i wrote this in 1st grade...its not that good though.

wouldn't it be sad to be a flower?
being in the cold,wet,and windy weather
with no one to give you warmth
and when the time comes,
your seedlingss scatter
and you never see them again,
never know if there okay
or if they even grew up to be something beautiful.
wouldnt it be sad to be a flower?

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