Proud Flower
A fragile flower is not what I am, I just grew where my seedhappened to land. Each day I grow larger than life, I'm not a rose, but I'm just as nice.
Wild flowers are everywhere, we have few needs, we have no cares. I've been stepped on from time to time; I've even been pulled from my roots, but there's no use in crying, because I'm a survivor, I always grow back, my purpose for living is to do just that.
A wild flower, just short of a weed, is what I am- what I am Indeed!!
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