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Nature bestows strength on her children
Sometimes, we listen to the quietest voice
and the delicate flower is the most tenacious
Every living thing strives toward growth
Struggles to survive even the unsurvivable
Nature bestows strength on her children
Within the grinding chaos and nattering chatter
A breeze whispers through spring grasses
Sometimes, we listen to the quietest voice
Storms bring down the grandest oak
A lone blossom pushes through a littered sidewalk toward the sun
The delicate flower is the most tenacious.
