Dawn Blossoms


At dawn, a flower blossoms,

Tough and strong, beautiful and frail,

Under a thousand suns,

It shall live, leaving a trail,

Of petals.

At dusk, it shrivels up again,

Petals preparing to fall,

To the soft brown earth, a gentle den,

To answer the growing call,

Of a new life, reborn.

Blossoms sprout where the petals fell,

At dawn, once more,

And by the moonlight, seeds to sell,

To create the growing core,

Behold the field of blossoms.

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