Flowers are pretty,
rosey red,
give them a few days,
they wilt and they're dead.
The petals it had,
looks to have cried,
it looks so sad,
their stalk has died.
The seeds they had,
sprout their own roots,
they grow so fast,
then put on their boots.
They grow with the rest,
it starts all over,
they die like the rest,
then start again in Dover.
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wow different not one of your best writes though you have a lot better but it still great the cycle of life and death will go on and on and on forever till one day god comes back for us all thank you for sharing keep up the great work
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Wowwwwwwww. brilliant
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the poet of hearts and beautiful words
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The cycle of life goes around as something dies another begins life. You have taken this life we all live and put it inot words that compare the sorrow of the blooms...nice imagery and metaphors but a positive outlook knowing it will start all over once more. As summer shines outside I can see many a flower in some stage of its life cycle...leaving my reflective thoughts lingering on your words. Reading aloud if feel the rhyme leave my lips are fill the air with sound. A simple poem with depth
thank you for the pleasure.
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LOVELY!!!!!
This is an on going cycle in which they are brightly colored and then they look so bare and sad. While reading I was reminded of our daffodills which when their flower turns to seeds they float away on the first big breeze, oh how fun that is to watch!'s
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Touching and kinda sad here, how you described the flowers and their little life, how they so fast no matter how beautiful they are...
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