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3rd October, 10h30

In my backyard

Stands a gnarled old peach tree stump

Determinedly growing new branches,

Sprouting baby-pink flowers,

A shower of innocence

At Nature's command –

It's Spring!

Buttercup yellow sprays out

From the bush in the corner,

Between spiky green leaves

Baby's breath, white above the ferns

Sways in the wind

Down below the loquat tree

Almost at the centre of my garden

Miniature lilac daisies with yellow hearts

Blossom for Iman.

Where do I place my sadness?

What must I do?

Let it sit within me till it overflows from my eyes

unexpectedly?

Or let it come between an ordinary day and me?

What can I say that hasn't been said before?