The Flower
A flower begins
Invited from a seed
To bring beauty to its surroundings
It grows, tentatively, slowly
Into a beautiful plant, complete with full, unblemished petals
But someone draws near
A petal is drawn
The flower shakes it off, willing to replace it
But it continues
As more and more petals are drawn
The flower finds it harder and harder to shake it off
And it finds it can no longer be as it was before
The flower has lost all petals now
Its stem stands, forlorn
Until it withers and dies
No hope for regrowth
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