Few days ago this flower was
was beauty i stopped to touch
now petals started to fall, sad
i see future bud of fruit, green
tempted to undress; leave it alone
let nature takes its course; free
i dream, life transformation; exactly
this could be beginning of reality
pacing stride towards field of grass
soft, nice for my aching sole; nurture
i pause by small creek, an ankle deep
i watch gentle flow, it took my breathe
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