I am proud of you—
standing so tall,
reaching for the sun,
partly because of me.
I know you need me
to keep your roots steady,
to drink what I offer,
so your petals never droop.
But don’t worry, darling,
I will always be here,
quiet, patient,
holding you through the storms,
so you bloom fully,
and never fade away.
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