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In the heart of the city, beneath the Calgary skies, A florist finds their purpose, where the beauty of nature lies Among the buds and blossoms, in colors vibrant and bold, She weaves the tales of emotions, stories waiting to be told

Morning dew on petals, a florist's early delight, Arranging blooms with passion, under the soft sunlight The roses speak of romance, lilies whisper of grace, Every flower a different story, in this enchanting space

Hands gentle yet sturdy, skillful and full of art, A florist’s touch breathes life, each creation a piece of heart. Tulips for an apology, or sunflowers to cheer, A florist knows the language, that every bloom can hear.

Delivering joy and comfort, in bundles tied with love, A florist is a messenger, with tributes from above. Through seasons of sunshine or in winter's frosty rime, A florist’s work keeps blooming, transcending space and time

For the florist in Calgary, each day is a new verse, A life amidst the blossoms, in the universe of the diverse From the break of dawn to the evening's first star, The florist paints in petals, love stories from afar