Chapels of coalescence,vestibules of variety, gardens of sunshine.
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A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
Foliage bursting with green, blossom full of pomp, alliums bursting like fireworks.
Welcome the ripe, the sweet, the sour,
the hollow and the whole.
My aspens dear, whose airy cages quelled,
Quelled or quenched in leaves the leaping sun
She adorned the day with ordinariness;
she is blessed to have brought the extraordinary home.
