Flower poem🌹

The primrose flower was as elegant as a ballerina, it curled up the trees leaving a trail of stunning lime-green vines.

The winter berry flower was as cold as Christmas day. It was as fluorescent as a pixies wings, it stood proudly in the snowy field.

The Wither-rose was as deadly as fatal poison, it was hunched like a elderly person and stood alone in the colourful field. It was grey and dead.

The oak tree was as proud as a King and stood tall in the forest. It has frizzy green leaves and thin vines strangling it like a venomous as a rattlesnake.

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