The flowers of Venice bloom without Earth,
Balcony boucays vibrant with wonder,
Exploding colours from archetectural forms.
It doesnt take an inheritance of ground,
Only a love of beauty to hold beauty,
Rainbow bunches reflected in still waters,
Above and below, every bloom is doubled,
Geraniums remind us of nature’s triumph,
Accents of jasmine floating upon the air,
Wisterias, hydrangeas, petunias, pansies,
Civil graces wielded like paintbrushes,
Ardent splendors enchanting love,
A Venetian dream that reminds us –
Life is beautiful because we make it so.