Do flowers feel
impending fate
and with erotic zeal
contract in pistillate
to butterflies and bees
their dusty pollinate
with instinctive ease
while humming birds thrum
for their nectarous tongue
to germinate and feed
their past-evolving futures
of trillions more creatures
in similar need?

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