Little Flower

(from:pinterest)

By Bryan Hennig

Laughs with Death, Cries, knowing It will die

In the moment, it grows

Within this rain, it drinks

In the sun, it plays

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Death appears sits with the flower, whispers:

Little flower, you know life

You know me, but do you know,I want you to live?

Flower tilts it’s head, smiles

“I know Death, I know.”