Noble flower; glory of the garden:
Attracting swarms of insect acolytes
To its fluffy, saffron surprises.
With its long, slender green stem it looks down
On its less fortunate pale pink neighbours.
It bends its head in the soft, summer breeze
Like a gentrified giraffe and surveys
The scene which is more than favourable.
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