High O’er the vales and hills
Thousand flowers I saw at a glance
Waving their petals in the warm
Force of fresh air

Those bloomed flowers
Whips my mind to throw
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From top of hills to dawn
It’s all flowerbeds
A feast to my eyes
A Feast without barrier

All gatherings assumes uniformity
Only humans were different

All petals assures no variation
All looked in benevolent act

Flowers were more gracious
Flowers were more than humans