Sonnet III: The Flower

With each passing day, I see more and more,

Growing and stretching my fragile green limbs,

I break through the tomb I was in before,

Light making dewdrops look like dazzling gems.

O! how fast and beautifully I grow!

Shooting straight up and basking in the sun,

Many different colors I do show,

A wonderful bloom is already done.

My soft petals unfold, so delicate

And unique in shape, texture; all my own

With a little nice bee that I have met.

O! how so glad I am to have been sewn!

I am a tulip, a daisy, a rose,

A flower of all sorts ev'ryone knows.

The End

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