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A lonely flower spouted from a tiny seed;
It'd worked its way through cement and concrete,
But it manage to grow and finally succeed;
Expression of beauty was not a mere desire but a need.
We may be living in a harsh word
Looking more like a parking lot than like a paradise
With plenty of ears ready to drive over our small attempts at beauty.
But there's nothing that can contain the seeds planted in our hearts,
No matter how thick the layers of cement and concrete,
The seeds of beauty, the seeds of love and kindness,
The seeds of honesty and seeds of compassion and awe,
Will all work their ways through and finally succeed,
To blossom into wonderful flowers and make our world look more like a paradise than like a parking lot.