we gather with flowers and pots, enjoying what is...forgiving what's not.
Dressed in colors bright and cheery, we gather to laugh, talk, and smile,
skipping over lines-in-the-sand, now drawn for a while.
Come, visit my home, meander around, in my yard you can roam,
Open our hearts, bask in the love, and for time that heals, let's thank God above.
Planting flowers in the breeze, among wind chimes and bumble bees,
we gather with flowers and pots, enjoying what is...forgiving what's not.
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