I know the joy I feel inside
and even though you often hide
I bring you in from the snails outside.
And here you are this very day
as the mist and raindrops come
I see your beauty shine
here in the morning light
with Philodendron Congo
strong and bright.
As I whisper to the fragile iris
I know she sings
when I bring her indoors
as the rain it brings
all that crawls into her pot
and she is gobbled within hours
so this my little flower
I pick for you to see
blooming in the vase for me.
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