I Am
a young bud i sit
in my garden i grow,
the sun shines down
giving us life and hope.
A young bud i am
and hope to always be.
one day the sun faded away
rain fell from the sky as light danced aross it
the wind picked up and took me with it.
A young bud i am
scared as could be
in danger and alone.
With no one to help
i must save myself
i shot down my roots
grabbing close to the earth
i dug myself in taking root in the dirt
The sun retuned as i grew tall.
A flower i became
brave and strong.
A flower i am
and a proud one, at that
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