Sweet vanilla scent the smells from way below, Motion all to the place we know,
What blossoms turned upside down,
Which way and right side and all around,
Tiny precious lanterns burning my heart in space,
Round dainty, dainty orbs with six petals in place,
Look you lovely painters of the Arts,
Our gardens room begins to start,
Nature you’ve filled us full of those flowers,
These lilies of the valley upon this hour,
Way down below there many more white flowers,
With luscious green bodies that protect with power,
Sway with the motions only their perfume can release,
This the painting my garden gave us with such peace.
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