The breeze caressed the flower
And the flower danced in glee,
It then sang a pompous song
The flower danced along.
But the breeze then grew tempestuous
Spewing up a storm -
The flower was broken by it stalk
She hung her head forlorn!
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Beautiful flow of breeze and flower too danced to its tune. Flower couldn't bear the tempestuous storm. Loved reading it.