Flowers
It starts with a tiny seed
Soon roots grow down to feed
Then sprouts just like a weed
It grows a little each day
Leaves extend to catch the suns' rays
Even a little when the skies are grey
So many types and strains
All pretty, even if they're plain
Their beauty can't be contained
They grow in almost any conditions
Are part of many traditions
To many are a great acquisition
Filling the air with lovely scents
It can only make you content
Paradise... Is this what they meant?
©Schizology
Flowers
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