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Butterflies flew from all over,
With the news of spring’s first flower,
Soon there was I, a little bud.
An eager little sprouting gaud.
My giddy sisters sprung one by one,
Ready to welcome the big bright sun.
I didn’t know about anything,
But sure, was to conquer everything.
The buzzing bees came by me and said,
You’re the pinkest bud we’ve ever seen!
Flattered, I spread my petals proudly,
Of course!
No one has ever witnessed such beauty!
For the rest of the season of spring,
I bathed with sweet sugared water,
Misted with perfume every morning,
In the evening slathered with butter.
Summer came, and to no one’s surprise,
Amongst all the flowers, with no ties,
Blooming and swaying right with the wind.
With my beauty, others were outshined.
But with summer came the nasty heat.
Every flower darkened its petals,
So that they would not be burned alive,
To be able to live, so did I.
And then Fall came with ravaging strength.
It dried my roots and wilted my petals,
All the other flowers were shedding,
To be able to live, so did I.
The field was people packed in winter,
Taking pictures with us pink flowers.
Rows and rows of us were trampled on,
So, I grew thorns to keep them at bay.
Lost and weary at the season’s end,
All the hardships truly made me bend,
Taken, the beauty that nature lent,
Needn’t all of this obstacle sent?
Grieving over the loss of beauty,
An epiphany came over me.
Had these dull petals and thorns not come,
I wouldn’t survive the seasons’ wrath.
Literary: Changing Seasons
Butterflies flew from all over,
With the news of spring’s first flower,
Soon there was I, a little bud.
An eager little sprouting gaud.
My giddy sisters sprung one by one,
Ready to welcome the big bright sun.
I didn’t know about anything,
But sure, was to conquer everything.
The buzzing bees came by me and said,
You’re the pinkest bud we’ve ever seen!
Flattered, I spread my petals proudly,
Of course!
No one has ever witnessed such beauty!
For the rest of the season of spring,
I bathed with sweet sugared water,
Misted with perfume every morning,
In the evening slathered with butter.
Summer came, and to no one’s surprise,
Amongst all the flowers, with no ties,
Blooming and swaying right with the wind.
With my beauty, others were outshined.
But with summer came the nasty heat.
Every flower darkened its petals,
So that they would not be burned alive,
To be able to live, so did I.
And then Fall came with ravaging strength.
It dried my roots and wilted my petals,
All the other flowers were shedding,
To be able to live, so did I.
The field was people packed in winter,
Taking pictures with us pink flowers.
Rows and rows of us were trampled on,
So, I grew thorns to keep them at bay.
Lost and weary at the season’s end,
All the hardships truly made me bend,
Taken, the beauty that nature lent,
Needn’t all of this obstacle sent?
Grieving over the loss of beauty,
An epiphany came over me.
Had these dull petals and thorns not come,
I wouldn’t survive the seasons’ wrath.
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