There was bliss
In every nature
As the plants bloom
So is the flowers
Grow among the thorns
In the array of bliss
As they begin to live
Among the thorns
As they pass away
They withered like
Last dried leaf and flower
Lost it's beauty
As they reach the last leg of life
To bloom and be blissful
In the creator's comfort
In the bliss of nature
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