| Pretty Flower What colors before me Glimmering in the light All different shades So clean, shiny and bright The sun reflects Off of the surface so smooth As its satiny finish Peers right through Smooth and colorful And pleasing to the eye Beauty beheld But, now it will die For this is a flower That I just picked And without its soil It's wilting rather quick For its beauty fades All too soon When the sun is high And the day is noon So let me go in To fetch some water from the sink Before its life escapes and it dies That this pretty flower may have a drink |
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| Patrick Wayne Hollier Copyright 2002 Patrick Hollier |
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