Blooming flowers laugh and sway,
Scenting the garden, lighting the way.
Colors dancing, radiant hues,
Bathing the path in nature's views.
Intoxicating nectars draw near,
Fluttering spirits without fear.
What can I offer, what can I give,
To these enchanting sights that live?
Teardrops and sighs, a bittersweet grace,
All that I have to leave in this place.
Melancholic notes, a yearning refrain,
As I gaze upon beauty, aching with pain.
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