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A Flower
2002

A flower is a simple thing,
Yet doth tell of the beauty that life can bring.
Not every day is sunny,
Nor forever quite so grim.
Even under shadow,
Doth a flower�s colour sing.

Thorn may prick,
And bee may sting,
Yet never doth the future of a flower grow dim,
Because in this flower fading were many still new,
Yet to awaken with the spring morning dew.

Even when life is over,
And the colour in it�s petals fade,
A flower still blossoms for many a day.
Because in this flower fading were many still new,
Yet to awaken with the spring morning dew.

And so a flower shall live for many a year,
And aid in comfort and times of fear.
For a flower is a simple thing,
That in the darkness, joy can bring.


A/N: A bit of a rarity in nature and tone when it come to my poems, but kind of sweet too, if you follow it.

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