Waxy green leaves,

tall stalks with open bulbous flowers;

Standing in the cool Pennsylvania fall breeze,

colors of subtle pink like a Rose Breasted Grossbeak,

sitting on the strong oak tree branch.

Lipstick red spreading their colors open for the world to see,

Creamy orange melting into yellow petals as new friends,

standing among the semi circle of witnesses,

put their two lips together in a kiss.

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From the Origin of time many rise and fall like winter weeds, My identity could not be revealed by anyone, My identity could only be revealed if you know me well. There isn't any great mystery about me. What I do is glamorous and has an awful lot of white-hot attention placed on it. But the actual work requires the same discipline and passion as any job you love doing, be it as a very good pipe fitter or a highly creative artist.