I'm always reading where,
People compare others to a flower.
They make comparisons and predictions,
In the outcome of a storm's shower.
"This person bloomed",
"That one whithered away".
"That person has thorns",
But, who are they to say?
We are patterned after God,
Who, Himself, has emotions.
Without the bad ones experienced,
We couldn't understand the good notions.
We go through transitions,
We go through constant change.
They'll be many days,
Inside the blooming to whithered range.
So, if someone labels me a flower,
Refer to me as a resurrection plant.
It comes to life in water,
When removed it becomes dormant.
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