As morning dawns, the flower yawns,
The little bud meets the world.
A stream of sunlight pets its face,
Waking it gently from its sleep.
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It lifts its leaves to the light above,
And gently shakes off its coat of snow.
Its roots dig deep, clenching the moisture,
The stem stands tall and straight.
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The transparent leaves glow in the sun,
Pink tiger stripes live for contrast in color.
Vivid imagination, fresh beauty lives here.
Who can compare to its innocence?
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As a bee buzzes along, the petals whisper on,
Come and drink, take my sweet juice!
I am eager to share, eager to please!
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As the morning dawns, and the flower yawns,
~The little flower loves the world~