Consider a flower
It sits soft and moist
For a time
Brilliantly colored,
New, as if the first of its kind.
And whether you pluck it
And lovingly place it in water
Or leave it to stand naturally
Where it was born
It will give back its assets
To the earth
Water to rain clouds
Color to sunsets.
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