Flower

Bloom in sunshine delirious

from deep the ground mysterious

puts on a show for all of us

don’t make a fuss don’t make a fuss

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Before too long it will wither

turn dry and brown when we shiver

time to give thanks to the giver

oh come hither oh come hither

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dVerse prompt to write a monotetra— eight syllables each rhyming line except for the fourth line which is a four count repeat. Of course I had to write about the garden.

Flower