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In the cold, damp morning
In a field of grass
A flower blooms
For a little lass

White and soft
With a beautiful smell
The child saw it
Before it fell

To leave or stay
To pick or not
The child sat there
Deep in thought

The child stayed
For the rest of the day
Admiring the flower
With her childish gaze

Later the sun set
The child had to leave
She left the flower
With it's beautiful leaves

The flower thought
As she walked away
Whether she would be there
Come the next day

For the flower was weak
It could not live long
But during the day
It's beauty equaled song

The flower lived
Short though it was
To bring joy and peace
For whomever it was

The flower had one goal
Very simple indeed
To look pretty and smell nice
For whoever was in need

At dawn the flower withered
It's end was quite near
It completed it's goal
And thought for it's dear

The child came back
To see her own flower
But found not one
But two little flowers

This time she picked one
And left one behind
In hopes that someone else
Would be able to find