The color of Rose

The flowers seemed to brighten up and sing

Doo do-do, doo do-do, be bauda-bee

I could feel the lightness in my stride

as I moved along the flora path

trees were snapping to a cool breeze

and the clouds were all a bobbing

my skip moved on as I smiled along

children were shining in rich color

with monkey bars where they fell

and passerby’s looking with corner eyes

to see who can this be, doo ba-dee

marching

to the rhythm

of the Jazz.

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