I was once dirt; down on the ground for wrong.
Then the rain came and I developed into mud.
Taking any shape.
Then the heat from the sun's rays dried me out.
Soon after, life's ever present boot came down and broke my hardness.
Thus, turning me back into my original form....
But instead of staying down and dying the same horrible death.
I allowed the wind to pick me up.
I survived to become something else.
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