Although her scent is sometimes
stifle by the winds...
She is still a flower
And though she fights to survive
among the weeds
Still...I see her
Strengthen by her power
Her worth is much bigger than the garden
Her scent shall forever be a part of my mind
And if I was to search the books for a hero...
I need look no further than the fields
Whether in the valley
or a top the hills...
She lifts my confidence,
I shall fear no more
the darkness
Her relevances to life...
is greater than what the senses can comprehend
because she is doing what she was born to do...
Make the world beautiful