The
single flower blooms
Bright
sunshine comes the day
The
bees and butterflies flying around
The
story of beautiful sight
There
is no talking
There
is the silence
Nothing
need to be told
Nature
will take her way
The
sun blooms in shadows
Cutting
through the branches of tree
Shadows
fall into the single flower bloom
The
mid-day sun whispering in golden blades
By
late evening the flower withers
The
bees and butterflies disappear
The
story of aging processes
Nobody
can escape its call
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