Green and Crimson

Puny petals, green and crimson,
Embrace the air and drink the sun.
Nourished by a winter harsh,
It eats the cold, ingests the frost.

Through tough, austere and ruthless days,
The flower blooms with poise and grace.
Dainty petals, light and ruffled,
Smooth as silk, intricate as lace.

Like a fountain gushing leaves,
The color flows throughout the spring.
To stretch, indulge the clean fresh air,
To dig the soil with roots so bare.

And when the autumn finally comes,
It stops and shoots a tall green pole.
With dying leaves, on parched dry ground,
It seeds the earth with gossamer threads.


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