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A rose in the wild,

One the spring’s mild,

Color like pure gold,

Stood up, very bold.

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Blew a straight storm,

Got bent and felt warm.

Rose saw the tree straight,

Envied its trunk’s weight.

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Felt sad, it’s not like tree,

That he could not be,

Fell it’s petals on earth,

Winds hugged its girth.

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Aged tree had pride,

With trunk so wide,

Didn’t bend of health,

But fell on earth!

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Rose saw this scene,

He was very keen,

Bending in life is good,

Thoughts had nice food!

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