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Hue grows strong/hue dies weak

Baby bird bites its beak

Fragile nest in a creek

Sticks and stones, bugs and leaves

Fingers, hands, hair and hearts

Tearing separation apart

Wishing that the car won’t start

Our own little piece of art

Tall sunflowers/flooded by light

Holding on with all of their might

And those flowers never knew fright

When the big yellow sun was in sight