Dahlias

Dozen dancing dahlias along the meadow

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I can see them swaying all day from my window

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And in the sacred absent night sky when they sleep

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Nature's children still remain together like soundless sheeps

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Alluring the eye with their colorful petals

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Letting loose of each curved petal as it settles

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In time more dahlias will sprout and make a bud

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Mesmerizing others while staying in the mud 

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And as the sun smiles, the dahlias begin to glow

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Rejuvenating all that is yet to grow

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