Why so sad, little tiny flower?
You have time yet to bloom,
the sun has not risen in the sky,
to bring warmth to your cold bones.
Only the rain is falling down
the little droplets of tears,
nourish your soul and help you to flourish.
The cold wind that blows against you,
helps you to stand strong,
when the world wants you to fall down.
Fall down you will, unless you fight,
wage war on the wind and the rain,
survive to see the sun.
You will be pushed, pulled and dumped upon,
but little flower, keep struggling for the light.
It is not meant to be easy,
what is ever easy?
The light that is just beyond reach,
will save you.
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