protected, covered, safe
inside my little shell
what shall I be to the world?
I guess we'll have to wait to tell
gorged, full, nourished
my shell cracks a little
my tiny root, single, begins to grow
as the rain continues to dribble
i take hold, secure
my roots are firmly planted
my little shoot begins to grow
but am I wanted?
with roots planted, secure
my shoot grows on
I grow up a little and peek
to see the morning dawn
on I grow, flourish
while my roots are firm
I love the nutrients given
of this friendly worm
my leaves unravel, unfurl
but what will I be?
still so small, unimportant
the world will have to wait to see
I grow up taller, straight
more leaves will come
am I a flower? bush? tree?
oh! but I'm not done!
i grow big, strong
and little buds appear
the petals grow
to love, they are dear
my thorns may hurt
my smell so fragrant
it's worth the risk
I am what they want
a beautiful red!
as soft petals grow
I have petals perfect
and now I know
I'm wanted now
in this world so busy
there's some one out there
to cherish my beauty
they chop the trees
and bushed get flattened
yet, I am cherished
comfort, when something's happened
I am cherished
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