I took my evening stroll around our home,
right before day turned over into night,
my first sight was the rose,
thar had no thorns to give to me,
but on top new leaves of a red tone
I checked upon the flower that the storm had left for dead,
to see that my transplant was still working and
with great joy I saw it was still up now with a bloom on its head
I traveled on outback where a passersby can’t see,
among the maples and evergreens and a wild brush line,
with a wild mulberry and cherry tree were the birds fly free,
twas, then a little bunny came out quick as a whip,
running by the Rose of Sharon with full blooms outside,
but birds inside in their glory flying from stick to stick
the bunny then stopped on a dime by the evergreen line,
he lifted his head up towards the sky as I wondered why,
so, in turn I did the same to see the sunset in the sky,
in a cradle painted up with a colorful peaceful dye,
as night was saying hello and day was saying goodbye
As Day was Saying Goodbye
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