The Weed
Tall and straightAmongst the elegant stems
Swaying in unison
Soft breezes blend
Perched in the shadow
But closely lies
Another much stronger
Reaching sunny skies
Perhaps it knows
It's much better to hide
Then standing taller
Those prettier than I
Should I be noticed?
Fortunately not so
Another day passes
So I can grow.
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