The Garden I wait outside the garden wall, Searching for my brother's blue baseball. I search around the bright white gate, I hear a voice, that tells me to "wait". The gate then opens to reveal, A scene that almost made me kneel. The roses, yellow, pink, and red, Were like a sunset that had spread. And then I saw the most beautiful sight, A tree with flowers black as night. The voice called out, begging me to stay, So I turned around and all went gray. I used end rhyme, a little alliteration, imagery, and two similes
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