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Behind this painted house with cat abide
Does lie a garden laid extraordinaire!
The trees agreed to cast their shades aside,
To make some room for flower’s sunny air.
These flowers shine as windows in the wood
Which channel golden sun into bouquets
Soul’s treasures echoed out in flower-hood
Displayed as scattered love — inside a blaze.
And yet, will all this beauty cast outside,
The flowers loved the most are kept close by,
Those children loved by mother true and tried
Will grow up well with roost of butterfly.
So many people judge by what they see.
The wealth inside — the best reality!

[Note: This poem was included in One Less Traveled – Windows]