Being Small
A tiny little purple flower
On a pristine mountain peak
Smiling, with all its might
The peaks lined with
Heavenly white and grey shades
touching the clear blue skies
Looking down from there
everything seems so small
So that the flower has no urge
to become something big
It is satisfied with its miniature stature
Nothing wavers its confidence
Not the chilling water tingling its roots
Not the gusting chilly breeze waving it
It goes on smiling in that brief sunny period
It goes on smiling knowing
it has just a trimester to live
It oozes with beauty and confidence,
knowing it adds to the beauty of the peak
knowing the worth of its being
knowing that without it
the peak would be lifeless…
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