The Small, Plain Bud

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In Springtime,

there were many flowers on the tree,

some seeming to be more beautiful than others.

However, one bud stood out to me.

It was a small, plain bud that was not big or colorful like the rest.

Instead, it grew slowly, overcoming the harsh rain and wind each week,

I wondered why I looked upon it more than the other flowers.

It wa just a small, plain bud.  

Enduring for so many weeks, it finally sprouted,

but what came out was nothing more than

a small, plain flower.

It was then I realized, even though it was still small and not very colorful,

it still survived and was stronger than it appeared.

That was what made that bud like me.

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