Where lilies lay and fairies play. Not a moment spent in dread, never a day where here beauty not bled. Seeds sown into this fertile land, Grow, prosper yet. Continuing to the path once led. Covered still from time unwed. Sheltering tree’s tower. Sparkling light showers, dancing through silver branches high above your head, all through the daylong hours. Blossoms burst, purple, gold and blue. Following one another, lasting through to the `morrow. Senses tingle, set to life by this, a gardens depth. Releasing all sorrow, giving hope for all the days to follow.
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