The scent of gardenia fills the breeze.
So long to the damp haze of spring,
farewell to winter's distant freeze.
Our hands entwined, we gaze above,
sun shimmering through the ancient trees.
Far below, we sit relaxed,
sheltered by nature's majestic canopy.
The warmth brings heady happiness,
from which we desire no reprieve.
Our gales of laughter unstoppable,
our infectious grins a dare to grief.
You, my child, are my dearest love.
A haven from a world of greed.
An unsullied soul who offers everything,
that this mommy could ever need.
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