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The Girl and the Flowers
She was a daughter, she was a slave
She lived for the garden, and sheltered in caves
She watered her flowers, quite carefully so
For she knew if she picked them, soon withered they’d grow
She swung from the trees, and played amongst rivers
’Til cold months arrived, and caused her to shiver
She’d quiver unto, her cave of sweet yearning
For here she could rest, with fire a’burning
The snow it would tumble, and rest upon branches
The breeze it would blow, and upset the canvas
No longer lay sheets of undisturbed white
But splashes of colour that grew overnight
She sat by her flowers, now crinkled and brown
Though how to revive them she knew only how
She’d wait and she’d watch, as stems scattered out
And deep from the soil, her plants did now sprout
Their petals would flourish with colours of Spring
And pollen would stick to a bumblebee’s wing
The sun had returned, and the ice it had thawed
She swam through the waters and frolicked once more
Summer brought warmth and labyrinths of green
A hinge of gold light that was thrown in-between
It dappled and danced atop the moss floor
Bathing the forest in lavish decor
She nurtured her flowers, as leaves turned to red
They fluttered and fell to their olive green bed
She skipped through the grass and the trickling streams
Breathing the light and the whitened sun beams
The branches now naked, the cave laced with frost
The autumn had surfaced, and summer now lost
She played about branches and mountains of leaves
And laughed in the solace the season did weave
Her flowers now grown and beginning to wilt
She welcomed the cycle that nature had built
Young petals would form and thrive in the sun
And rain would soon fall ’til their blooming was done
She was a daughter of forests and flowers
She was a slave to nature’s great powers
She watered her flowers, quite carefully so
For she knew in their beauty, their spirits would grow
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