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Max Vale Dec 2016
Millions of years before the flowers bloomed,
Above the Earth a dark sky loomed.
The clouds it bears weeps it tears so loud,
And sends hundreds of raindrops towards the ground
The raindrops fall onto the mound
Where they grow into flowers, strong and proud.
So although no flower look like another,
They all came from the sky their loving mother.

— The End —