My Flower


I see a flower, beauty unsurpassed
Sprouting up amount plain grass.

People of wisdom, see same as me
Some lesser minds see it as a weed.

As the Gardners cut the plain grass
The best ones see the future, Alas!

Its not a weed, and with due care
There's something special growing there.

Not every Gardner has this vision
This truth is very plain to see

With unconditional love and cultivation
Grows the most beautiful flower in the nation!

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Written for my daughter who was struggling with not very nice and very narrow minded teacher.