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Little Flower
Where had it started,
a seed, a blade, springing forth from the ground
Dwelling among the grass, to one day be cut down
You flourish abundantly in the meadow with your friends
You feel lonely, unloved, having come to an end
Oh little flower, your day is still come
Winter is past, new days have begun
Abide now without fear, for your season is here
New growth, and new breath, from heavens air
Your friends are those who wing through the heavens
Touching gently, to the stigma, from the stamens
Your color is quite bright and blends with your neighbors
But your individuality is unique, and gives you your flavor
Your pipes are glorious, yes even more than a kings
Stacked symmetrically, one on another, better than many fine things
Your pedals are tender and soft, rising and falling, each day, anew
Oh what beauty, ..............................if you only knew
Oh White Lily, with trumpet flower tops in glorious rows
Do not cry for loneliness, your beauty shows
Many flowers desire to be just like you
Envying your status, your style, your color hue
The moisture that you collect, quenches a thirsty visitor
Your beauty brings joy in the eyes of man and is cherished by them everywhere
Your scent is the fragrance that makes the meadow sweet
Your color is pure, clean and meek
How was it that the winter could keep you in
How lonely, is time without you, to spend
How cold the days where, when there was no color from you
How long the winter was .................if only you knew
For without you, there seems no life to behold
No future, no growth, no reason to know
These things in life, without your presence
Seem far distant, far gone, and without pleasantness
But now you have taken root here in this place
Be watered and nurtured, grow here by grace
Grow strong and let your beauty show through
Life is short ........................if only you knew
