Ode to Blissful Ignorance

The flower leans this way and that
To keep its gaze upon the sun.
It is certain to bloom
When the spring air comes.
Or when morning light
Brushes against the bud.
It welcomes the buzzing bees
As old friends might do.
As they come to spread the seeds
To start the cycle anew.
And I pluck the flower
As I briefly think on you.

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