They are not afraid as seasons change
Seeds of hopes deep within
The winged daughters of earth
Their smile beckons me to happiness.
Redolent love soars higher
Waving to the sky
Swaying with grace, dancing as they are
With the beats of wind.
Mother Nature’s purest form
They grow, they wilt, they spread
Whenever a flower sleeps
A hope is born.
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