Like that of the wild grass in the midst of wilderness
Passersby might not see you
Spring will come and they'll see your flowers
Blooming so gorgeously with the spring air
You might be a weed, without the beauty of the roses
And yet those blossoms are one of a kind
So rare,that a passerby will come and appreciate your beauty
Just grow,as long as you live,don't stop growing
'Cause that's your purpose in life
To grow and appreciate life,and how beautiful it is to know that you're still breathing
-Lee