The flowers so pretty
Against the green meadow
Are not a fair truth
In the face of those in shadow.
Life as it is
And as it can ever be
Is never fair, never equal
And so your fate is yours
To deem.
Do not expect of waters
To slide along your roots
Be ready to extend along
To walk, a plant, in boots.
Be not afraid to leap
Or let go to catch another
For the roads that cast ahead
Weigh in balance what you endeavor.
Extend with flex and pride
The parts the winds will bend
And let the cool dew slide
From what the sun will fence.
But never forget who you are
And never give up on you
For the winds will change their blow
The day will have a due
The waters will find their way
And you'll always have your roots.
