Photosynthesis
Thus the flower that is me
May be hard to see
It is yet to bloom, it cowers inwardly instead.
The petals are still wrinkled, stem not yet strong
But once that flower blooms, it shall sing a song
The song of its journey, while it cowered so
It has experienced so much more
Than you'll ever know.
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