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Morning light cascades,  
A rainbow blooms by the falls,  
Nature's whispered song.
Petals soft and pink,
Thorns hidden beneath their bloom,
Love’s gentle warning.
A butterfly rests,  
On the giraffe's gentle hue,  
Grace in stillness found.
A sparrow flutters,  
Chasing crumbs on sunlit streets,  
Joy in tiny wings.
Seven-petaled daisy,
Rare beauty graces my garden,
Will luck now find me?

— The End —