When gardens spring and flowers bloom
No one feels impending doom
The birds that fly and butterflies loom
And earth expels nutrients from her womb
No one feels impending doom
The door that shuts on the bright hot room
When gardens spring and flowers bloom
No one feels impending doom
For flowers die and the sense of gloom
Martyr’d wisdom is a sweet perfume
For all must die to make more room
Swept clean, with fall, like nature’s broom
When gardens spring and flowers bloom
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