You are a flower of spring

Open up in your world

The wind blows, the rain blows, and the sun shines

It only makes you more fragrant

Let the bees buzz and eat

Time passed quietly

And thank the earth for that petal

But you bear fruit

There are fruits as red as you

I am your autumn fruit

Always keep your hope going.

—To Mother

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Note: My mother was a preacher, so she also believed in God, and that's why I use "in your world" in my poem. I often saw her preparing speeches under the electric light, so I had to write poems for my mother, and I would inherit her literary talents

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