Little Flower

Little Flower In the spring birds and bees fly around,Everything thing is growing, There are new things to be found,In the spring you are surrounded by beauty, Yet a small little flower is what you seek.The flower has grown to be pretty,vibrant and unique, it has blossomed into an extraordinary new creature, that you had never seen.It seemed so perfect,unlike any of the restfor days, weeks, and months until finally, winter put it to rest.The chilly wind blew, and it shivered.It slowly started to wilt away as the ice-covered the ground, The harsh, cruel, world that had seemed so innocenthad now beaten the flower down.  Even though you still saw it as delightful,the dark clouds had faded all of its colors.Although you thought the flower was still lively,all of its petals had fallen.You loved the flower so,but it was time to let it go.You said goodbye as tears covered your eyes,and left that flower alone to die.All alone the flower became weak,but before it could pass it left behind its seed. The seed dropped to the ground,and a new home for it was found.  For months it settled way down below,first a seed,then a stem,as its roots began to grow. At last, spring had come once more,the birds and bees would fly as once before,and as the sun melted the icy earth,finally the seedling had been birthed. It blossomed to be beautiful,vibrant, and uniquejust as its mother had been one year ago. You find the field once again,as you remember the loss of your friend.You go down to where she used to be,and suddenly you see something extraordinary.You look down to see a new flower,it's as beautiful as it could be. You realize it is the product of its mother,and at last, you are at peace. 

 

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