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A once vibrant and blooming flower
Must now shed her layers
As the structure that once contained her
Is no longer fit to serve her
She has outgrown this way of living
Her form is now changing
So gracefully she surrenders
To the process of aging
She has served her time, and served it well
She endured the elements of the changing weather
Though brief her time, it was well served
There’ll be new flower blooming
And soon she’ll be forgotten
But she doesn’t mind
Her time is up, and she could use some rest