I feel the most beautiful
when I'm not seen.
I hide where I'm not expected-
where people have assumed
I wouldn't thrive, but
Ha, I am just that type of creation;
A watch me do just that, being.
I feel the most beautiful when the wind
can not affect me,
where the rain that waters me
has fallen down your checks,
kissing you clean,
after the wind has assisted in your baptism, before it
hits the ground as a reminder
that you, too, were a part of
my nourishment, a realization.
I feel more beautiful knowing
I am no different than the others in the field,
this concert serves as my protector.
I feel the most beautiful in the dark,
where you won't see me, cause then-
You won't pick me.
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