The bud that sits there hides behind its pettle ,shy, hidden, not noted by the world.
No instead the bud just sits there so waiting for it time to show its beauty out for the word to see.
it endures the sad hard sheets of rain life throw it still grow.
and the happy sunny days it loves, it still grows blooming ever much so.
As it grows it cast its worries to the sky knowing it won’t hold them back.
as some would die this one however still grow sharing its beauty for the world to see

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