The wilting flower slowly drooped it head
For all its glory has now been spent
Its fragrant charm which had cast it spell
No longer enticed in the air it dwelt
The constant heat had had its way
As it took the flowers sweet array
The ground so parched it cracked with thirst
As if its structure was about to burst
Until at last its savour walked
And from a can he did uncork
The gift of natures nectar.
PTT
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