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A flower blooms so gently
Almost like a medley
But before it opens to the light
It is merely just a sprite
And before that it is a seed
Not knowing what it means to bleed
This sprout knows sunshine, clouds, and rain
The wind that howls in a hurricane
But the bud still opens ever so truly
And all around shall know it’s beauty
The prettiest ones are the ones we pick
To show the world on a glorified stick
And though it seems they were alive, but only just
The time will eventually come
When those petals turn to dust