I just went through this garden to see -
Wondrous, joyous flowers of glee.
Some with odour as sweet and divine;
As to make you forget the evils of feline!
Flowers which strike a chord heartily,
That seems to be an ocean of ukulele.
Some which fade away with seasons-
While some have presence for zillions of reasons:
Like the one which made me recall
Of a striking one with no change at all.
Even some are there which makes me fly back through time,
When I ran after butterflies...