Bequeathed with the seed of sweet power,
the ground bore a flower that brought joy to the Sower.
As the sun and the moon shed light in alternate order,
the flower bloomed in a world where it seems she is not any fitter.
But with waters engulfing her making her all the more sober,
the outwardly beauty she carries she did keep noble no longer.
She learned that come hail or storm that sweet power,
made her see beauty all over---
a beauty of true wonder
that comes out from the inside then illuminates the outer
of a beautiful flower such as her.
She again looks up for the Divine Sower,
thanking Him for a nice shower,
of that sweet power called love she will hold dear forever.
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