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I was inspired by Ralph Waldo Emerson's quote |
| Through stone or concrete The tulip grows. Blazes more brilliant than a firework In a sky of glass and brick; Never discouraged by 'too.' Never wary of being Too red, too vibrant, too itself. Where towering glass stems grow, Overshadowing its beauty, Where feet threaten to trample, The tulip is not wary of being Too small, too delicate, too itself. The red tulip Does not blend with its grey environment. It sways, it swoons With the wind, the cars, the people But it is never wary of being Too fluid, too graceful, too itself. It does not wilt Does not expire Because it is alone; Because something else is wanted. No, The tulip in the crack in the sidewalk Thrives because it is the only one. |