Chosen Time


The queen of flowers

Unfolds her petals with a flourish

Open to the gentle warmth

Shying away from rain

She shivers from cold

Shrinking from winter

Also withering from summer

She seeks slight breeze

and longs for a mild sun

The early day is her chosen time

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