once upon a time

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Beneath the heather lies a golden treasure,
Dormant, now that winter's here,
But come the summer that treasure will flourish
And give joyous pleasure to all who witness the yellow rose. 

Purplish-pink may the heather be,
Nature, oft times a shrew can be.
Though a yellow rose,
One single dominant splash of golden light,
Lets all who see its perfect form
Gaze in great delight,

Because nature once again has spoken
Here in this heather a stranger is welcomed
Among its kith and kin
Regardless of colour nature nurtures.

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