Going To The Store

While walking to the store, I pass by so many beautiful flowers.
There is the beautiful pink roses in full bloom and oleander.
As I walk further, I see the beautiful crepe myrtles with
Watermelon red, pink carnation and pearly white blooms.
Before I cross the street, to get to the store,
I smell the heavenly scent of the white magnolia.
I also can smell the aroma of food cooking.
The scent is coming from our local Chinese restaurant.
Once I cross the street, I am in a parking lot to a strip mall.
I see pedestrians going to and from the stores.
I can hear the sounds of people laughing and talking.
I can see little birds hopping about on the ground.
Sometimes, I hear the familiar caw, caw of a crow.
One more parking lot to cross and I reach my destination.
And who would think that I would see all of this,
While going to the store.

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