A beautiful creation of God,
That causes us to smile and nod,
A beautiful thing in varied styles,
For which God must have used all His wiles.
A thing that enamors all,
Whether big or small,
A thing of beauty and taste,
Not a single flower must die in waste.
A graceful fragile thing is a flower,
Seeing it evil things do cower.
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