Like Rain for wild flowers
Sometimes the sunshine
is hidden by rain
It is much like a smile
that is covered with pain.
But here is some good news
I thought you might need
The pain (or the rain)
Is a gift to a seed.
You are a seed
And you fear you'll be drowned
So you mustn't give up!
You must hold your own ground
You will struggle to blossom
But soon you will know
The rain you were scared of
Has helped you to grow
Don't forget too,
That despite seeming gloom
It is rain and it's pain
That make wildflowers bloom.
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