A warm ray slips through and
r e a c h e s . . .
A cool drop taps on and
s
l
i
d
e
s
And the nutrient dirt
PROVIDES.
The young flower slowly becomes beautiful.
I am as a flower; slow to show
my full beauty yet
without care I will
die.
~Jenae, 2006
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