Somewhere climbing down the hill,
I found a wild flower
Glistening in the dew drops
with a color so rare
I searched for the tree
from where it might have fallen
Or wondered if it has flown
across along with the wind
What beauty it carries
Exemplified in its every layer
It adds to nature’s glory
And blooms with simple care
The freshness is still alive
Untouched, bare and wild
Creative imaginations inspire
Its glimpse will always remind
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