In the nature, and the nature

Some time I do think,

does it really make a sense, what so ever I am

or, who soever I am
but then I do have to think
do the flower knows,
what is the sense of being flower,
or being the flower as like it is
Why it is red and not blue or yellow
moreover, does the flower have sense, to sense it
and then I realize deep in me
It's all in nature
the way it is
and so am I
In the nature, and the nature
here and forever
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