flower

On a hot summer evening, behind the scorched grass A field flower was hiding in the shade of an oak tree. He stood not whimsically, but with a cheerful head And the day was inexorably tending to rest. And in the morning it was fresh again , fragrant in the shade He waved the green leaves affably. He enjoyed life and thanked the oak tree For giving coolness to your shadow. Inexorably, the sun burned everything around. The dry grass completed its circle with envy. It dried up and withered, but it gave seeds, To return in the future to continue all business.. The crazy flower kept bowing to the oak tree. He was rejoicing at youth and a fresh leaf... suddenly a branch broke off, the one that gave shade, And as luck would have it, the hottest day was in full swing. The flower felt all the hardships of the steppe, But it was still able to throw seeds into the ground!