We're all flowers in the garden of the world.
Some of us daisies, happy and bright,
People can be tulips, closed up tight,
Some like 9 AMers waiting for the light.
You'd be an orchid.
Wild and free, you grow abundantly.
And as for me,
I would be your bee.
Spreading joy,
Loving the light,
Not plain, not white,
Colorful and bright.
Why an orchid you ask?
Full of surprises, spattered with scarlet,
A rose is just too perfect in every aspect,
Tulips always stand up tall and straight.
So you are an orchid, wild and free,
I'm your bee, loving you,
And someday I hope all of you,
Find your wonderful, wild orchid too.
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