When people say that wild flowers are uncared for, unwanted and unnoticed have you wondered about how much you have loved them all along, oftentimes more than the roses they let grow, oftentimes more than the yellow daffodils?
About how you never missed to notice the littlest drops of rain dancing along on them, with them to the tunes of a breeze that only you hear?
Have you wondered too, about their exalting beauty! How they matter more than the daisies and the orchids, and always, unfailingly forever, give in their little selves away enhancing the beauty of the roses and jasmine they surround, while choosing to remain forever underrated.
About how you never missed to notice the littlest drops of rain dancing along on them, with them to the tunes of a breeze that only you hear?
Have you wondered too, about their exalting beauty! How they matter more than the daisies and the orchids, and always, unfailingly forever, give in their little selves away enhancing the beauty of the roses and jasmine they surround, while choosing to remain forever underrated.
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