Life is a flower,
At first it's a struggle.
Dormant for years,
Then sun sparks a surge.
It's tough to emerge,
The thorns lay around,
And brambles lay thick
As the rabbits nibble down.
But come better days,
When shoots become stems,
And stems become trunks
For the resting Wren.
What then, but to flower?
And flowers will grow.
But sometimes in life,
Blossom springs through the snow.
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