she walks through the garden,
slowly, and with care.
seeking no particular thing,
just looking here and there.
rows of roses and beds of buttercups
extend in every which way.
but what this girl is looking for,
not even she can say.
humming, ambling,
dreaming all the while.
when suddenly she spots,
a mound of dirt in a pile.
a few defiant, withered petals
stared her in the face.
so sad and pathetic
in such a beautiful place.
so when she scooped it from the dirt,
held it close and hummed a song,
that little flower finally knew,
it had found a place to belong ...
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