The flower blossoms,
The flower blooms.
Before you know it -
Oft' too soon -
It's work is done.
It's job is over.
The bees that sip,
And dance, and hover,
Take from it
And pass it on.
Just like that -
They are gone.
I see a lesson
In the flower.
Do your work;
Show your power.
Come bursting forth -
Despite the pain -
Then fall to earth
Like purple rain.

By: Sarah, Age 34, Louth

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