Buds sprout
Green leaves stem
The bright sun out
Petals start forming
Colors are showing
A sweet smell is swarming
A flower is born.
Sprinkle water
And speak sweet, do not scorn.
With love and care it grows
Bloom wide and bright
The new beauty shows.
But the flower needs sleep
Pedals begin to fall
Darkness starts to creep.
Here comes a hand from up above
To lift the flower up
To shower with love
Pedals reappear
Beauty is restored
Everything is so clear.
Help from a bigger hand
Can give back life
For this, flowers will always stand
I never knew you were a poet before you made this blog!
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