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To step amid nature
To relax therein and think
The garden is a special place, and one that’s quite unique.
Its ever-changing image through the seasons of the year
Mother nature is so clever, and one can never compare.
I’m a dedicated gardener, alas though, not a slave,
The seeding stage, the flowering phase
Sheer joy I admire with glee!
At season’s end I’ll recall the wonder
How that room has played its part
The blooms created, the fragrances savoured,
And happy hours enjoyed once again
Dedicated to Ma – with fond memories of our garden visits. (2003)
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