Flowers are like people.
Each has their own
beautiful color
and personal grace.
But beauty is their downfall-
for who would pick
an ugly flower?
Flowers are like people.
They bring a smile
to one's face.
What better thing is there of the earth
than a simple bloom?
What better thing is there of man
than a friend?
Flowers are like people.
They too need nourishment,
sun and rain,
but to reach their full potential,
they need care;
they need you;
they need friendship.
Flowers are like people.
They, too, wilt and fade,
and are soon forgotten
by the very faces
they made smile.
But being temporary
is not painful for them.
Flowers are like people.
As they stand
they remind us
that in the end
what is truly important,
is mostly friendship,
mostly you.
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