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.