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In my life I must bare, my bloodline I must share. What am I?
I begin and have no end. Eventually, I will be the ending of all that has begun. What am I?
The thunder comes before the lightning and the lightning comes before the cloud The rain dries all the land it touches wrapping the earth in a blood red shroud.
I am flora not fauna. I am foliage not trees. I am shrubbery not grass.
I am a pretty one, fluttering in the pale blue sky. Delicate, fragile on the wing, indeed I am a pretty thing. What am I?
Give it food and it will live, give it water and it will die.