Alabaster

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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