Though a grassy lawn is of desire,
Pray don't cut the weed.
For by it, a tender flower apppears
To pay the sunlight heed.
For the grass is green and clean and soft,
But no, it never will
Smile at you and steal your heart
As will a daffodil.
A nature poem? Flowers? I surprise myself.
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