A basket's just the thing they say
To shed some glory bloom.
It's radiating colored spray
Dispels all cloudy gloom.
Attracting ladybugs and bees
It sways and twirls and spins
Disbursing fragrance to the air-
It's perfume to the wind.
If I am blessed by happenstance
to linger near it's grace
The clouds above become full sun-
Of gloom, there is no trace.