Flower
Life is like a flower.
We all start out as little buds.
As life goes on we all grow.
After years pass by you learn everything you can.
When you are too old to live and help the world any more,
You die and become part of the earth.
But as soon as you die,
You come back as a new flower,
With a new start for a new life.
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