Your petals amaze me. While the birds sing to me, I think of how you started as just a small seed. The things that you had to overcome while many may think you just strung. Your process sings to me. I shall rise above the weeds.
The wind blows through the trees and bounce of your petals. The seasons change. Though your color may change your seed still remains. While some may think that you have died you are simply waiting for spring to come. Your process in the winter continues to sing to me I shall rise above the weeds even if I don't reach the tops of the trees.
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Ditra Graves
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