Like three small drops of rain,
they maintain perfect form and shape,
traveling side-by-side at identical pace
rapid progression towards a different state
Like three flowers, pink, white, and red,
they bunch together, clustered
petals the stamen's corona
one season to leave their mark on the land
Like three young pups
they require nurture, standing shakily
on bowed legs that lack confidence
giggling in their romp and play
Like three short seconds in time
they quickly flicker and jump
tick, tick, and a final tick
and then they are gone
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