There’s a sole red flower in the middle of the bouquet,
It’s really the only flower I think I like today,
For it’s standing tall among all those different scouring breeds.
It’s standing long and tall, despite the possibility of weeds.
For it knows that it’s a beauty, it doesn’t need to brag,
It knows that it’s its very job to stand long and tall, not sag!
This is my version of:
"Be that thou knowst thou art,
And then thou art
as great as that thou fearst."
-w.s.
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