Always humbling it is,
To acknowledge the scent of flowers.
No matter where they go to bud and grow,
Or become transplanted...
The flowers, the trees, birds and bees,
Seem to be committed,
To their identities.
But we as human beings,
Seek to impress...
Whomever addresses,
Our differences.
And quick to adapt to please,
Many of us do!
To camouflage the truth of our existence.
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