An Overlooked Beauty
I'm a flower with crimson petals.
They bask in the sunlight,
And shine a vibrant red.
People stop to admire me,
My delicate red petals.
But they don't think about what I love the most.
What makes me live.
I love the soil beneath me,
Soft and moist.
My roots run deep into the sweet soil.
You're the soil beneath me.
Without you, my red petals are gone.
Your soil makes me beautiful.
Your soil makes me live.
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