When a flower starts to grow
It is eager to let its colours show
waiting for the right time during the day
Standing by for that special ray
When that time has come
The flower will open up an leave you numb
The beauty of its petals will baffle
Its secrets will unraffle
And when the night comes along
The flower will see it is not that strong
It will start to perish
And it can only cherish
The memories of days gone by
Awaiting a perfect moment to die

J.L.M. Haarman

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