Flowers
The flowers sway in the wind, cold, but still happy and moving.
The flowers are as little as ants, but they can still make an impact on people lifes.
I sometimes wonder why people like to receive flowers.
The flowers are alive too.
The flowers get ripped from their homes everyday to make other people happy.
Flowers die to fulfill everyday needs.
Flowers are friends.
Flowers are kind.
I love flowers
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