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Flower Mother nature wasn't ready to die, In her old age, She bore a flower, a beauty for God's eye, In life God wrote another page, He saw the flower rise from the hard crust, A flower was born from the dust, God is not though with us.
Mother nature had a tear in her eye, She has felt the storm's rage, But with God's power, She grew a flower, In life God wrote another page.
Who knows when it will be the end of time, Maybe we are in our last hour, But as long as God allows the sun to shine, Mother nature will grow another flower