Where violas shyly peek their heads,
Yellow suns tower overhead
With bursts of petals glowing bright
And leaves dappled in summer's light.
The birds planted them for me
And picked the spot so perfectly,
Where hey grow with golden grace
Amid other hues in the garden space,
When they're equal to the weeds,
I'll gather up the blackened seeds
And offer them to those that fed
And brought sunshine to my flowerbed,
~ Stacy Smith
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