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He speaks the language of flowers Quietly toiling in his garden Digging, raking and smoothing soil, Gently coaxing nature to match his vision. He knows the bees, spiders, beetles, worms and earwigs Regarding them as friends. He follows seasons, moon and stars As others do people Enthralled at the changes they bring. He listens as the birds sing Watching with joy as Fledgling take wing.
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Jun 24, 2018
Jun 24, 2018 at 10:30 AM UTC
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He speaks the language of flowers Quietly toiling in his garden Digging, raking and smoothing soil, Gently coaxing nature to match his vision. He knows the bees, spiders, beetles, worms and earwigs Regarding them as friends. He follows seasons, moon and stars As others do people Enthralled at the changes they bring. He listens as the birds sing Watching with joy as Fledgling take wing.
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Jun 24, 2018
Jun 24, 2018 at 10:30 AM UTC
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