Pretty little flower petals

Floating on the wind

A breeze, a graze

A dancing craze

Sends thrills along the trees

A gust of wind knocks flowers back

Some fall and curl

And break

But the sun still shines

And the sky still cries

To grow the flowers again

A wind as natural as any emotion

From a breeze to a whirlwind turns

But the forest will always stand strong

To help its flowers grow

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