The Never-Ending Beauty

It marks a day in history;

The first lonely seed is planted.

She smiles as her legacy is born;

Never shall this beauty be lost.

She has toiled and toiled,

And now her works will see fruition.

The sun rises and the sky clears;

The birds ruffle their feathers.

They prepare for flight and life,

The bright morning ahead.

They sail over the fields of buds,

The scent of flowers burst forth.

A bloomed flower is like the setting sun:

The end of a beginning,

The beginning of an end.

So the cycle begins anew,

And we look to our future with hope.

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