Oh little flower with all your power,this is your hour. You have no compare to a rose so fair. You serve the poor,desperate,and wise,as remembrance you simbolize. Oh modest flower of fathfull enduring love,may the knights never forget as you brookside in bloom.
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Love it.
Your poem does it justice.
Yes! flowers are powerful and strong... Each year they bloom, often in the face of adversity. Lovely poem mae.