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I am the flower
Caught between the earth and sky
I sing the silver song of my soul
Embracing the bitter and sweet that is life
Even though the wind
bruises me against the rock
I will hang on
against the bitter chill
for the next moment
of sweet warm rain...
Until then I will draw upon
the strong essence my soul
Deep as an ocean
high as the sky
And I am renewed,
aniticipating the next moment of sweetness
I am the flower
digging my roots deep
into the mountain
I will turn the mountain to rock
...the rock to gravel
...the gravel to sand
...the sand to soil
I am persistent. I will not quit.
Till the mountain is soil.
I am tenacious. I will not give up.
Tho battered by uncertainty.
I am patient. I will wait.
For the next delicious moment of joy.
I am forever...
For I am the flower
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