Once a wall of soil

a bright sun supposably kept it warm.

But darkness of a vancant,

ruthless and cold made her growth hurt.


The sprout would wish every night to see a piece of the light,

Unable to see the shadow of a rising height.

With no reflection to fill or field to observe


She didn't see how much the darkness made her bloom,

until the sun was out.

How tall she became

but falsely credited by the sun.




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