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The Meadowsweet
The meadow sweet grows near the lane,
cow parsley forms a bridal train.
Each flower's scent attracts a bee,
a simple walk is heavenly -
the summer time is here again.
In this mid season nothing's plain
it brings pleasures I can't explain;
the beauty of a plant, eg
the meadow sweet.
The image lingers in the brain,
the scent in the nasal membrane.
So, keep it in your memory,
the season can't forever be
and, as this beauty starts to wane
... the meadow sweet.
cow parsley forms a bridal train.
Each flower's scent attracts a bee,
a simple walk is heavenly -
the summer time is here again.
In this mid season nothing's plain
it brings pleasures I can't explain;
the beauty of a plant, eg
the meadow sweet.
The image lingers in the brain,
the scent in the nasal membrane.
So, keep it in your memory,
the season can't forever be
and, as this beauty starts to wane
... the meadow sweet.
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