flowers
dirt:
we step all over it and pull life out from it while it just lies there.
but every so often, someone who cares plants a seed.
although this seed is placed among the dirt,
where the conditions poor,
the seed is given nothing but water
and a little bit of love,
from just one person who cares
but with that little bit of love, that seed blossoms into a flower
showing everyone that beautiful things can come from just a little pile of dirt.
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