Conquer

Cool prairie winds, across the plains,

Flowers blooming, none the same.

Menacing clouds hastily rush in,

Petals bend down as rain begins.

Bowing down as if to a master,

Sheets of rain now beating faster.

Rolls of thunder roar and boom,

A tribal yell of impending doom.

Lightening strikes the final blow,

To unsurp the seeds that have been sown.

The thunder dies, the clouds depart

Sun breaks free and a new day starts.

Broken leaves lay strewn about,

The storm wreaked havoc on its prey no doubt.

One lone flower opens up,

A tiny yellow buttercup.

Others soon did follow suit,

Showing their colors, leaves, and fruit.

In the storm they stood tall,

By themselves conquering all.

Cool prairie wind, across the plains

Beautiful flowers none the same.

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