A little daisy stands alone in the middle of a crowded street Her precious life threaten by each set of feet. feet that are in a hurry to get to work without the realization of how much they hurt the weak little flower that is trying so hard to grow strong each day she smiles happily at the sun that warms her blossoming petals the weak little flower she looks up at the people hoping that they will take the time to stop and admire her beauty that won't be around for much longer she wants to believe that it is her duty to satisify passer bys that the smallest thing could bring so much joy but everyday they walk past her without taking a second glance sadness falls over her and every few days a petal falls off and blows away in the wind the rain falls and her leaves dance in slow motion she closes her eyes and let the rain falls gently on her stem taking each drop of rain water as a blessing If only the people would take the time to stare at a beautiful little flower that is trying so desperatly to fit in adjusting to her surrondings willing to grow in this big scary city they would realize their was no need for pity we all have a purpose and thats for us to find no need to rush or hurry just take your time and enjoy life surrounded by smog and feet she only wanted the strength to rise above all the others to break free of the concrete and to make it on her own to prove that she could make it anywhere but her will to go on was no longer there so she gave up and began to wilt the life that she had tried so hard to build in the cracked concrete was useless she needed real dirt and love to blossom one day a little boy crouched down next to a pile of little daisy petals that lie crumpled up he said look mommy the flower it died she took his hand and said poor dear tried so hard to grow in concrete and sunshine he gathered the petals in his little hands and blew them into the wind he watched happily as the little flower returned home up to the heavens where she was grown by the angels who sent her here to see if she could change the life of just one person that she would meet. she did the little boy who stopped to look at the little daisy that grew on the streetBirth sign: Aries
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