let it go, let it grow

like the flowers in spring
they grow to become
mothers gift of honey

like the flowers in summer
they fill the fields and start to wither away
like mothers drought has choked them

like flowers in autum
only a few will show their face
mother has put the happy smiles into place

like flowers in winter
only the strong can survive
mother has a harsh plan for their lives

like the flowers in spring
they all thank morther
for the hardship and care
cause for all it's worth
they are there !
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