Babies bounce, wiggle and giggle
They’ll toddle together all day
Until the first steps out the door
They think what their parents say

Off to school for the golden rule
Plus infinite shades of gray
Their grades growing ever higher
Where some will flex others sway

Color’s blind when colors blend
The indelible always stay
Unwanted hues discarded
When tired of their display

Yet a garden need be nourished
For the hope of blooms in May
Or lie and hide from the fall
And awake to face decay

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