The Flower

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    The Flower

    I stopped and picked a flower today

    It saddened my heart as each petal dropped and then blew away

    But then I noticed a beautiful dragonfly

    As she caught a ride and down the brook went sailing by

    Then I saw yet another marvel

    As an ant used a petal for cover

    She walked around in her beautiful array

    She knew she was queen for the day.

    I just happened to look up, just as a grasshopper

    Caught yet another petal in his powerful choppers

    He chopped it as fine as he could

    Then fed his whole family, It made me feel good

    By watching this little scene suddenly I felt a little wiser

    And I knew that although I could not change the fate of the flower

    The lives it had touched within that hour

    Reminded me of a wonderful friend of mine

    Whom I'll always treasure until the end of time.

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    The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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