Flowers Like In Summer

I don't have one

Everyone are like flowers in summer
Once the nice weather's gone, we die
Once the bees hide in their nest, we can't repopulate
There is no more sun

The older flowers die first
The oldish flowers die second
The medium flowers die third
The youngest die last

This is the cycle,
It just repeats
Again and again
But once people come

They trample our land,
We can't grow anymore
We're dead forever

Author's Note

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