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I would most like to be a sunflower,
taking in the sun's rays.
attached to the earth below me,
feeding from the soil.
Unlike a human I wear no shoes,
I have a simple life.
No cliques, no hate,
like peace I have roots.
people admire me,
while i'm being myself.
like a human I have trials
I await for the unforgiving winter.
But I always know that summer comes again.