Cycles

Cycles
Suzie Lloyd

The sun shines for another day,
The baby flowers come to play,
Luscious leaves start to grow,
Buds start to open, as you all know.

Finding its way up to the sky,
The stems grow up high,
Luminous colours start to glow,
As the petals start to grow.

As the flower grows older it dies,
But the flowers are telling lies,
Don’t droop don’t go, please!
But hello, here are some bees.

The bees plant the taken seeds and pollenate,
One tiny seed can grow to sizes that are great,
The sun shines for another day,
The new baby flowers come to play.

 

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