I’d cry for you, said the willow,
I’d suffer for you, said the praying mantis,
And bowed its head.
I’d die for you, said the lily,
And turned white
I’d give you a good dusting, said the ground,
And rose up to meet me.
I’d catch your pieces, said the hole,
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That was a short, sweet and beautiful poem Liz.