Ultimately it bloomed,
Oblivious of thorns,
And wilderness
That surrounded it.
It was not easy
To decide
To bloom or not to
It Longley contemplated,
All virtues and vices
That world is indifferent to.
The beauty that would be
Set up on waste
The beauty that may
Long for an entire life
An admirer.
So what’s the use
Just to make world
Little more beautiful
For such a short time.
Life was full of options
Even before its existence
One day a monk came
To settle on a nearby rock
Looked around and said
Here is place I can reach
That made it to decide
A valid reason to bloom.



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