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Or else it would be very bad for me. 

 For the Sun could not find me if the grass 

 did grow. 



And we plants must have plenty of light. 



Here I am again ! 



Once I was yellow. 



My stem was short. 



I shone like a star in the green grass. 



The bees came to visit me on sunny days. 



On rainy days and at night I slept. 



This was to keep the honey nice for the bees 



One day the Sun called me, as usual. 



But I did not wake up. 



I hid my head. 



For I was no longer beautiful. 



But look at me now. 



My stem is long. 



I was never so tall before. 



Look at my head. 



It is covered with lovely white hair. 



It must be that I am an old man. 



These white hairs must be seeds. 



Look at them. 



Are they not like balloons ? 



Some day West Wind will call them. 



