منتديات دفاتر التربوية التعليمية المغربية

Have you seen the flowers
In my beautiful bouquet?
They were gathered one by one,
As I went along my way.

The flowers are distinctive,
For each represents a friend,
Of very special beauty,
And I love each one of them.
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Their specie doesn't matter,
Nor their color, nor their size,
Everyone delights me,
Each, a joy in my eyes.

Some are long stemmed - others, short,
A few have many leaves,
Others have no leaves at all.
And some, perhaps, are weeds.

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Those with thorns are welcome, too,
Although they may cause trouble,
But to find a bud amongst those thorns
Is worth every bit of struggle.

Each bloom's a beauty by itself,
Though collectively, they're grand,
I wouldn't trade a single one
For all the gold in any land.

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They're all of value to me,
They're all part of my bouquet,
They nurture and sustain me,
They get me through each day.

I never meant to let one go,
Though I have lost a few,
If somehow I could find them now
That's exactly what I'd do.

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My heart is broken when one fades,
Or when one petal drops,
And how I ache if one stem breaks,
And its blooming has been stopped.

My friends are all those flowers
I have held in my bouquet,
They've added life to my life.
And I'm blest they've come my way.

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One day I know they'll have to go,
And soon my time will also end,
One by one we'll disappear,
But ... we'll all meet-up again.

In a more exquisite garden,
At another time and day,
Then my precious friends and I
Will become our God's bouquet.
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