The Cycle

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  A happy little flower blown away in the wind, it's petals shimmer in the light as dew drops glisten in the morning. The seeds fall as the happy little flower starts to wilt and die. Petals start to to be blown away in the wind when the steam starts to bend and fall. The rain starts to pour as the earth has blessed the land with its bountiful fruits. Once again the flower has bloomed into a new. A new life has been created, its petals had blossomed into a new color, its old yellow had turned into a beautiful pink. But the time has come again to start a new, the earth has replenished itself as a new era was born.   

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