The beautiful flower sways in the wind,
While it watches the children play.
It remembers when it was young,
Playing with its friends,
She cant remember anything else,
Except the sight of her parents,
Before they wilted and rested in peace.
She knew it was her time to go,
So she went all alone,
So she could die in peace.
But before she saw the light,
Her parents came to life,
And lifted her spirits to live,
Thanks to a raindrop,
That fell from the sky.














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