Listen to the storm that has come through weather.
It has given us a circlet better than cloudy creations.
For resting on the riverbed is a mystifying puzzle piece.
Wrings of untamed vine to create a perfect picture.
Petals like gems implanted on top a gleaming majesty.
Greenery to replace the gold that holds us all together.
A painting by mother nature to push back the greed of men.
Whether you are of loyalty or of the demons, behold it can be for any.
For it is the growth of color in such fragile creation that makes the wonder;
Simply let the clouds lead you to where the flowers grow into the only wealth we need.
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