Watching Her
I sit and watch her,
she's waving in the wind
Is she waving at me?
I think so, but know better
She's got a lot of friends
Her bright colors catch the eye
But it is something underneath
Compelling, and I know why.
Now she rests with grace
The winds have died
I see her stripes and stars
And then I sigh
The winds pick up
She turns to me
With her vibrant hue
And she whispers in the wind
Of things she has yet to do
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