Rain Fern
Mother nature curls herself up sparkling under Like the rain fern in her most grandest of roots Gnarled and furbished Nurture bark upholstered moss Whispers in the tree leaves "Enjoy it Sweet hart Relating to it becomes you The crispy fresh air Hanging in my coved garden"
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What are words without understanding and what is understanding without sense?
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