In a garden of daisies.
She felt like she
Didn't belong.
Small, plain and green,
She wondered why
She didn't bloom,
And this was her song:
Why am I here?
I wasn't planted.
I am so different,
Something is wrong.
Everyday
She felt very strange.
Would she be like this
Her whole life long?
One day it rained.
The clouds echoed her pain.
She felt so alone,
So she sang her song:
Why am I here?
I wasn't planted.
I am so different,
Something is wrong.
Then morning came.
The sun smiled down.
The weed felt alive,
And somehow strong.
She realized then,
That she had grown.
Her blossom had been
Within all along.
Although it was different,
And not the right shade,
She felt beautiful,
And this was her song:
I know why I'm here.
I have my own story,
I'm not a daisy, I'm a
Morning glory!
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