As I walked by the gardens of
Prosperity,
There were flowers I’ve never seen before,
And shapes I didn’t understand at first.
As I wandered deeper into the gardens of Prosperity,
There was beauty hidden in flax’s tight weave,
Untouched by time,
Untouched by any creature.
A preacher stood amidst its eternal grace,
Praying to the waves of the sun,
Asking for flowers to bloom in the upcoming summer.
Gardens of prosperity
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