My mother is a bouquet of flowers
When she is planted, she feels proud to be the lucky one for me
As she blooms, she looks over the beautiful mountains and hills looking at all of her friends
She blooms with happiness
The forming present of color she is given is now blooming after days of preparation
As the water pours hope all over her silky skin
She feels that this is the moment to spare
The sun holds her tight and savors the warmth
The scent shows that she is the flower in charge and will grow tall to protect her little ones
The feeling she gets when given the treat
a present
My mother is a bouquet of flowers
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