flowers
When I began to notice flowers
I knew I was growing
When I began to look at flowers
I knew I was growing
When I began to smell flowers
I knew I was growing
When I began to gawk in awe at the beauty of flowers
I knew I was growing
When I began to do the same with everything in my life
I knew I was growing
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