The Sun and the Flower

The Sun and the Flower

The flower bud felt the sun’s warm embrace
It bloomed and held up it’s beautiful face
At the bright rays of hope and care
The flower could not help but stare
The flower was in love with the sun

Its colour deepened and the fragrance spread,
The bees and butterflies to it were lead,
The flower adorned with the beauty new,
Into a handsome prince it shaped and grew,
The sun marvelled at its creation.

Little did they know that the cruel world would,
Oppose their intimate and loving prelude,
That a life of love and joy celebrate,
would be destroyed and doomed by worldly hate,
The sun and flower would live alone.
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