The winds blow with our roots firmly intact,
The sun scorches but the rain soon follows.
The hail attempts to destroy, but the ice will melt to nurture the earth,
The soil erodes, but we cling on to the rocks.
The cold constricts our beauty and prevents our blossoming,
Industry contaminates our nurturing nature.
Mankind displaces our intended splendour,
Tears from the heavens, drench the webs which link us.
We are replaced by shadow versions, who have an artificial aura.
Trials and tribulations intensify our attraction
Our love shines bright, so love hungry predators don't devour us
We proliferate offspring through a sweet act of honey.
An eternal flower
True love lasts forever.
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thats the stationary love we are guaranteed by mother nature...magnificent
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