After a long spell of boring rain came the bright sunny day.
The apples, golden, red and yellow
from the orchard to the market straightaway.
and there to the scrutiny of the damsel, all aglow.
The watermelons, ripe and juicy
the wholesome red passion hidden at heart
nature's own way of poetry
The colors of paradise have painted busy the market into an art
No longer a market but a dance floor for the young and the old.
Each apple and melon is swollen with pride
The gardener is going to reap the harvest of gold
and a walk through this maze is a promise of a gorgeous ride.
The springs of life just overflow;
you will hear their murmur if you lie low.
The apples, golden, red and yellow
from the orchard to the market straightaway.
and there to the scrutiny of the damsel, all aglow.
The watermelons, ripe and juicy
the wholesome red passion hidden at heart
nature's own way of poetry
The colors of paradise have painted busy the market into an art
No longer a market but a dance floor for the young and the old.
Each apple and melon is swollen with pride
The gardener is going to reap the harvest of gold
and a walk through this maze is a promise of a gorgeous ride.
The springs of life just overflow;
you will hear their murmur if you lie low.
Thank you Milan for this gorgeous painting.
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