Not of beauty, Not of ugly, Representing all of her surroundings, She grows in the wild, Moving in ways that move her. Yet her expression is wild, untamed, natural. As the wind blows, she responds, As the rain falls she is nourished, As the sun shines, she soaks it up, As life feeds on her, she heals. The beauty is within, Her story embedded deep within her petals, that will fall to earth one day, nourishing and harmonizing as one.
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