A flower sits
In a lonely field
Its petals overlapping
One by one
In bittersweet embrace
Its head cricks
At all outwardly angles
And a smile forms on its face
As bright light shines upon it
Highlighted dewdrops
Roll of its pristine surface
A texture reminiscent
Of the finest silks
And seeds ripple
In summer breezes
To the tune of blue skies
And cloudless weather
A seed breaks loose
From this moving spectacle
And grows into another
With a smile on its face
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