A flower in darkness cannot bloom
Although too much light can consume it
The delicacy of a balancing act
Is how it all reacts to the elements that surround
Plucked up out of the ground before it's time
Survival is not everyone's primal instinct
Sometimes a fresh bud will happily drown in the rain
Long before fruition ever came
It takes many lifetimes for an acorn to become a mighty tree
Rungs of memories multiply incessantly
Roses are not the ultimate beauty form
And often we forget they are riddled with thorns
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