Die in winter
Grow in spring,
What will our
Wide futures bring?
In the ground
They grow tall,
Some however
Can be small.
Don't judge them
We're not the same,
Tall or small
Who's to blame?
Sun is shining
Though the ground,
Leaves will grow
Without a sound.
Life continues
Seasons will end,
But broken flowers
We cannot mend.
Trample the plants
Grow some more,
Open one choice
Close the other door.
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