What does it take
For any given tree
Or flower to stir
The heart to quiver
Swaying in the breeze
It can't be easy
To be beautiful
See what your beauty made
A handful of seeds
Making a fool of time
Continuation is a feature
And flowers are not gogs
They show us what we were
Once beauty had a hold of us
Back in the olden days
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