A tiny rosebud began to appear
In my garden midst the flowers there.
How nourished from the soil? I don't know.
But I watched daily. Would it grow?
There it was, an infant in the womb—
Its beauty encased in a tomb.
And the bud that nature did create
In due time began to dilate
The time of its issuance was near,
When a crack of beauty would appear.
And bobbing 'long side the buttercups,
Its casing began to open up.
And the beautiful bud that once loomed
Had, finally, come into full bloom.
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