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Flower Garden
It was a day full of work and woe.
You got up and walked through the door.
As you walked home on the path astray.
You spotted something, a garden far away.
You walk over and try to see.
What you want to see and be.
It was like a sea of color.
With blooms like no other.
The petals danced like ballerinas in the sun.
Like a million sunrays having fun.
The flowers danced gracefully - red,purple,red.
With colors like gold,silver.
Like a cozy nature bed.
When you gasped in surprise,and realised what you said.
The flowers danced gracefully on the flower bed.
One was red,with bright petals.
A red rose for me.
Other was pink,so colorful and lovely.
Another was blue,like a sad ocean hue.
And one was gold, like sunshine as it faces the sun.
Another was just a white daisy bell.
With a sparkly,diamond shell.
Nearby was a wishing well.
So you threw a coin and wishes it well.
The colors continues to dance under sunlight.
Like a rainbow fight away.
From the real world,danger.
And we meet again someday.
Don't know where,how and when.
We will meet again on a sunny day.
And let our worries melt away.
Soon,the sky began to set.
And you wonder,is it all in your head?
Are you seeing this,laying in your bed?
And you realise it was all in your head.
Outside,the sky is dark and late.
You get up groggily from your bed.
And you happen to find a mystical portal.
Inside,is the same garden,grass as the floor.
It fills your room through the door.
And it lures you in with all its lore.
And you ask yourself,was it really in your head?
Or did it happen after you woke up in your bed?
You walk into the portal,once again.
And you ask for the creator's name.
Her name was Roselina.
Long,gold locks.
And stunning dress and looks.
She said,hold out your hand.
And let me take you to the land of the youth, Neverland.
You gladly took her hand.
At the time,you did not know what it meant.
Is she a healing they sent from above?
You travel this far away land.
As you feel her warm,friendly hand.
You got up and walked through the door.
As you walked home on the path astray.
You spotted something, a garden far away.
You walk over and try to see.
What you want to see and be.
It was like a sea of color.
With blooms like no other.
The petals danced like ballerinas in the sun.
Like a million sunrays having fun.
The flowers danced gracefully - red,purple,red.
With colors like gold,silver.
Like a cozy nature bed.
When you gasped in surprise,and realised what you said.
The flowers danced gracefully on the flower bed.
One was red,with bright petals.
A red rose for me.
Other was pink,so colorful and lovely.
Another was blue,like a sad ocean hue.
And one was gold, like sunshine as it faces the sun.
Another was just a white daisy bell.
With a sparkly,diamond shell.
Nearby was a wishing well.
So you threw a coin and wishes it well.
The colors continues to dance under sunlight.
Like a rainbow fight away.
From the real world,danger.
And we meet again someday.
Don't know where,how and when.
We will meet again on a sunny day.
And let our worries melt away.
Soon,the sky began to set.
And you wonder,is it all in your head?
Are you seeing this,laying in your bed?
And you realise it was all in your head.
Outside,the sky is dark and late.
You get up groggily from your bed.
And you happen to find a mystical portal.
Inside,is the same garden,grass as the floor.
It fills your room through the door.
And it lures you in with all its lore.
And you ask yourself,was it really in your head?
Or did it happen after you woke up in your bed?
You walk into the portal,once again.
And you ask for the creator's name.
Her name was Roselina.
Long,gold locks.
And stunning dress and looks.
She said,hold out your hand.
And let me take you to the land of the youth, Neverland.
You gladly took her hand.
At the time,you did not know what it meant.
Is she a healing they sent from above?
You travel this far away land.
As you feel her warm,friendly hand.
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