Strolling in the rain this summer’s morn,
I gaze upon two wild flowers…one a dandelion and the other unknown
Oh, how the dandelion closes its petals in fear of being washed away if the rains grows heavy and the wind too strong
While the unknown one remains open and upright with a belief that the rains will stop and the sun will shine again
She stays open with faith
She may have memories of storms of yesteryear
But still remains open even with this uncertainty of what tomorrow may hold
Her open petals boldly face a hidden sun
In any weather she remains unshakable
If she should happen to be
Ripped and torn and swept away in a violent upcoming storm
Her memories and quests for beautiful sunny days will always remain
And within these open petals she will always be remembered for her strong beliefs, convictions and rare beauty
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