Smile to the Sun.


From wikipedia

From Wikipedia

A flower I shall be,
little pretty me,
fragrant as a belle,
with quickening sap.

And burrowing roots,
to feel for my friends
and to gossip a while,
with inquisitive bees.

To smile to the Sun,
and bow to the Moon,
to prepare for that day,
that might come too soon.

To release all my children,
who, bourne on the wind,
sail to faraway corners,
of this fair land of Green.

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