A flower offered herself to the sun:
Lovely, colourful and bright:
Full of life was she, vivacious –
And in the dazzling heat
The petals shrivelled, forlorn.
Now, on a branch she droops.
A flower welcomed the gusty wind:
Tender and fragrant and mild
The heart she opened wide, lovingly-
A stormy draught of wind
Her limb from form sundered, merciless.
Now, on the hard earth she dies.
A flower bent in quiet surrender to rain;
Calm and still and firm-
Her strength it gathered round like a cloak.
The rain to her a blessing gave.
There grew a thorn around her frame.
Now straight she stands, alone.
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