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 Colored helmets and bearded faces, Waving tendrils of chartreuse and green, Spikes of majesty, trumpets and laces, Flowers fit for a Queen. Droplets of dew sit quivering on rose petals, A fragrance of mock orange scents the air. A hummingbird hovers to sip on the bee-balm, Jenny Wren has a nest near there. Hostas growing in the moist dark earth, A Chickadee flies in for a bath, The air is a-buzz with honeybees and butterflies, I continue my walk down the path.  |