My Untold Secret
I have a secret
That’s unknown to you
I will share
But not know
Not soon
I work hard
But no one knows
You don’t see me
But I am close
I master my skill on a bed of greens
While perfecting my stance under blooming trees
Yet you don’t know
You don’t see me in the morning light
Nor in the snow
No, not in the rain
Not in the heat
But at the right time you may find me
I do train
I do get sprains
I do get bruises
All I have to do is power through it
Not show it.
The figures are bigger
More tough then I
But they don’t stand a chance
Against this secret of mine.
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