A flower, wilting away on the fringes of winter
petals pouting, leaves are falling, lest the whole world splinter.
The sun shines bright, try as it might, lead the flower to better days,
but faulty in it's premise, the sun must let it wither away.
For as the world keeps spinning and night is day is night,
weather goes and comes and goes and time is lead upright.
With spring on it's heels, the sun comes near and new blossoms sprout,
bringing beautiful colors and awe and wonder shattering the seeds of doubt.
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It's been so long since I've written something. A friend asked for something beautiful to lift their spirits, and this is what I came up with. I wrote it in about fifteen minutes, hence the title.
