What’s with you, little flower?

Your seed fell where you didn’t expect taking root. Yet, you are well seated, nourished too. You expected drought. Instead, you were watered. Perched high, you bloom and stretch to the sun.

Smiling, I greet your sunny face welcoming me this morning.

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