A little poem about flowers

I have some flowers on my windowsill and every morning I find them in a state of wilt.
I take them to my bathroom, give their roots some water
And by the time I return in the evening, they are lively and sprite.
I find that so beautiful, how a thing that we take for granted every day, like water,
Brings something that is so near to death
Back to life.

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