The flower.
so cold, so darkall closed up tight
sleeping peacefully in the starry night.
as morning comes the petals stretch
yawning their first breath towards the sun.
little breezes, rattling gently
from tips to "toes"
smiling at the warm, blue sky
frowning at the gray.
sprinkles come dusting lightly
little showers coming and going
skies have lost their shade
no more glory, as the sun sets wildly.
darkness creeps up again.
more monsters in the night, so as they close up tight
remembering the days beauty
they'll go dreaming, thinking again and again/
until the suns lively show begins
the next morning.
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