The Life Of A FlowerA Poem by KassWhen you're born you're so small and still learning, You know you have a purpose here to do something you just don't know what, yet. As you grow and get older you learn how to fit it or stand out.Created a seed, born to be a flower you grow and you learn hour after hour Sometimes you wonder if you see enough sun or have enough water for your roots to run Will you be a rose, a daisy, a dandelion or will you be a weed sitting there cryin You wonder all of these things day after day and there will be moments when you want to go away But roses have thorns and thorns have roses and everything bad eventually disposes For you have strength, will, and power and that flower shall wait hour after hour
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