Lightness of clear air after the rain
Which cleanses all and nourishes
The life force of the flower and the stalk
Each one a blessing with its pure scent
How now to give its beauty to the beholder
And leave its perfect bud of youth in memory
So that each person passing by the garden
Shall, even in the snowy winter
Be reminded of the harmony of all the colors
As they played on a summer’s day.
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