The marigolds remembering
The drowsy summer days,
Nodding in sleepy little rows
Where fall’s debris now lays.
The happy little memories
Of sunlight through the trees,
Bobbing contented yellow heads
Beneath a summer breeze.
The marigolds remember spring
Here, in the autumn rain,
And dream of days, bright as their smiles,
When summer comes again.
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