My Flower
Golden hues all about her
Mixed with sweet perfume
Gentle petals of white
Swaying in the wind
Supported upon a thin stem
Leaves searching for any hint of rain
Forever nourished
With thy roots firmly planted
Though there be many liken unto thee
Abundant in the field of green
You are the only flower my heart can see
Many butterflies and bees may pass thee by
But soon thy own hummingbird shall find thee
Oh flower, my flower
Blossom and grow wonderfully
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