I appreciate how you loved me
though I just grew in a crevice,
you liked my sparkling yellow
that shimmered in the sunshine,
you watched as I changed to achene,
wondered at my web-like cover,
you know well I will soon be gone,
grieve not, that is the way of life,
yet another world will son rise,
a second after the old one dies,
I will fall off but grow again
in yet a different crevice,
you will surely recognize me
with the same glory God gave me.
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