Flowers thrive in the gentle rain,
They welcome each shower’s gain.
They know just how to help you grow,
Ready to bloom with a radiant glow.
They feel joy when you do too,
And blossom bright under skies so blue.
But when you pluck them from their home,
They fade, with nowhere left to roam.
In their own place, they shine with grace,
Meant to show a beautiful face.
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