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A beautifully, brilliant Dandelion,
She stands upon her stage with ever so much posture,
She is swayed by the wind with so much power that she has always known,
She seems used to the swaying but does she like it,
She looks towards her Sun shinning down upon her, watching her, nourishing her,
Knowing he is always there,
She opens and blossoms with the Suns radiant light,
What she does at nightfall is not recognized,
Yet she must grow for if she doesn’t,
Hope is lost,
She stands above the grass and dirt,
Being watched upon this makeshift stage,
She is a rarity in this sea of green,
Her feelings hidden by her beauty,
That absent wish of being a common blade,
For if it were possible would she not live contentedly,
Would her beauty still glow if the Sun had vanished and left her meadow,
It would be a harsh time to endure but most rewarding if accomplished, for she would still shine through as she always has,
O the beauty within her stays forever and for always as long as she has her Sun.
Approximate Word count = 940
Approximate Pages = 3.8
(250 words per page double spaced)
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