I saw a flower, out in the snow, From whence did it come; why does it grow, It's color so bright, it's petals so grand, What does it mean, wish I could understand, Not one other living thing around it, as it grows on the hill, I sit huddled and watching it, as the wind blows still, Admiring its beauty, as it stands alone in a sea of white, Wish I could stay longer, but it's turning night, Do I dare to pluck it, or just leave it alone, I left and returned in the morning, but the flower was gone, Not even a footprint left, where I'd viewed it there, I stood looking without expression, just a blank stare, At where it stood so serenely, showing the beauty I saw, This perfect flower, without a single flaw, No snow had fallen, but somehow in the night, This flower from heaven, had taken flight, I cherish the vision, that's imprinted in my mind, And hope for the day, another flower I'll find, Growing all alone on some hill in the snow, Where I know it's impossible for such a flower to grow, For this time I'd dig it, give it my love and care, And forever have the flower, for my life to share.
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