Slumberous pink buds,
wet with morning dew,
and as the sun greets the dawn,
the tender roseates open,
swaying to the rhythm of day,
dancing daisies and dandelions.
Blooming beautiful roses,
passionately flirting in the
forenoon.
The tulips yawning by the eventide,
the petals folding graciously at
night,
revisiting the bygone Kodak
moments.
Life, ephemeral and enchanting.
Welfare unto all
Rab rakha
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Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.