four+skinny+trees

It is the one thing that glows in the sun for me. I am the only one who glows when I see it. The flower, hugging the ground with hard work being completed like me. One who is here because of grandma. One flower that i a challenge for Sammy to not run through it so much it fades away. Right in front of the backyard making no sound, but enjoying the peace it gets from Ryan never glancing that way.

Its joyfulness is its secret. It fiercely dances in the wind ready to break free and show the world. The flower whips its pedals and twirls with the breeze. This is how it gives.

Let it forget its ways and let it become sad within. It shamefully sobs but keeps going, when I sleep.

When I am too bored, too tired I look to my flower but not in the way you look at paint drying. Slowly but quietly drips down the wall. A flower that kept dancing despite the shoes and weather. One who magnitudes and doesn't forget to. One who only reason is to help the Earth and dance in the wind.



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