This garden sings out to the world in green,
Tremolo leaves punctuating the air.
New movements swell from the soil to declare:
“We are here, where we always have been.”
Each colour of sound that these flowers are giving -
The F sharps of yellow and B flats of blue -
They sing without pausing for breath, all on cue,
Almost exhausted from the joy of living.
The everyday ramblings of an overactive mind...
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