Golden yellow, shining like the sun,
brightens the day on a distant run.
Person and flower, moving side by side,
will not part on this 2 mile ride.
Person and flower, moving sweet and slow,
are still together in this garden's row.
Every year during the summer rain,
these sunny flowers will spread across this level plane.
Every day,
under the shining sun,
I will always take my garden run.
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