Reaching up tall
Shining bright
Full of their own beauty
In their prime
Drooping
No longer beautiful
Straining under the weight
But here is where
The important work begins
For if a plant only flowered
It would be quite lovely
But eventually fade
And be forgotten
But if a plant not only flowers
But produces seed
It fades and dies
But
The seed continues
Next year, forever
Never forgotten
Liz Braithwaite 
I thought I was the twin who took photos and wrote poems. You’re having an identity crisis.
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Anyone can write poems and take pictures. You just do it more frequently. And I grew the sunflowers, so it fits. 🙂
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