In a garden green with morning's tender light,
Three small girls dance, a joyful, lively sight,
With laughter ringing, pure as summer's breeze,
They chase the sun beneath the apple trees.
Tomatoes plucked with tiny, eager hands,
Their sweetness savored, red as promised lands,
Juice drips like sunlight, warm upon their lips,
As giggles ripple, from their playful trips.
In this Eden, time flows slow and sweet,
Barefoot wanderers, with earth beneath their feet,
They weave their dreams in fragrant flower beds,
With daisies crowning their sun-kissed heads.
Innocence blooms in every smile and glance,
As they twirl and leap, lost in their dance,
In this moment, pure as the sky above,
They know only joy, and boundless love.
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