She shimmied
As she and the wind
Danced together
In the midday sunlight.
She smiled a multitude
Of red and yellow
Very happy sparkles
Which she offered
In her soft pink petals.
“Come and taste,”
She beckoned.
“My petals are sweet.”
“My petals are sweet.”
They were surprisingly
Delicious.
She didn’t tell me
She didn’t tell me
She sweetened them
With love.
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