I, a flower of tragedy
As the sun went away
Rain began to fall
That stormy day
As lightening struck
Thunder roared
Tears wilted my petals
As a stream poured
Down each tender petal
My tears pounded
To the fragile surface
Unbearable it sounded
The shifting ground
Once was stable below
Is now so unsure
Of the winds that blow
I look to my maker
With a body mangled and bent
And pray please Lord
Please let this storm end
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