September 13, 2009
By Piccalily_Potter GOLD, Staffordshire, Other
Piccalily_Potter GOLD, Staffordshire, Other
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With her long green stem,
She waves in the gentle breeze
To the flattering shine
Of the bright sun
She feels the heat of his waves
As she grows so steadily.
Yet when the winter time comes
She dies.
Cut off in her prime
Just to be repeated
Over and over
She grows in the sunlight
Long and tall
Cut short,
She grows again
Just to die once more
But she knows what it feels like to live
And strive in the wonderful heat
So she gets through winter
Shrivelled, looking dead
But she will rise again soon

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