In fields of green and skies of blue,
The alabaster blooms are shining through.
Their delicate petals, pure and white,
Glow in the sunlight, a stunning sight.
Graceful and lovely, they dance in the breeze,
Whispering secrets to the whispering trees.
Their fragrance, enchanting and sublime,
Fills the air, a sweet-scented rhyme.
In the early morn or at dusk's falling,
Their beauty is forever enthralling.
The alabaster blooms, a symbol of grace,
A precious treasure in nature's embrace.
So let us cherish the splendor they bring,
And always marvel at the joy they sing.
For the alabaster blooms, with their heavenly hue,
Are a reminder of hope, and renewal anew.
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