Yellow petals sprout from a green center
Dozens weave and joined together
Chills and cold break cracked and dry
Yellow fades and seed does fly
Each brown seed snatched by a gust
Far away from those they trust
Left is but a shriveled shell
Lone and lost the day it fell
Buried in white poor lonely stem
Dead and dead since loosing them
But warmth does break and seed does grow
Bright and quick then, as you know
Then yellow does the center bore
And dozens weave together once more.
"Happy Flowers" by young Loryn Rosel, age 8
to High Lord Barrick Rosel, father
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The Five [EDITING]
Adventure#244 in Adventure - Dec 8th, 2017 The five kingdoms of the land are at peace. There is no war. There is no depression. The land is fertile, the game plenty. Slavery is only a word carried in whispers of gossip from distant lands. All is good. The...
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