I walked through our circular garden
I saw lacy leaves
And a riot of summer color
Budding flowers.

I like to cut the new buds
Let them fully bloom in crystal vases
And enjoy the sight and smell
Of a garden inside our home.

Yet, I let the Mother Sun
Sent its rays on every budding flower
With gentleness
And bloom to their greatest grandeur.

But nature sometimes is harsh
It pours its fury
It only takes one gusty wind
And a heavy summer rain
To take away the beauty
Of every budding flower.

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