In a field full of flowers in the springtime
There is one notquite as beautiful.
Not as bright or as full or as colorful
as all the rest of the others.
The others bent and swayed in the wind
as though mocking the sad little flower.
Its dull petals left forever undiscovered
In such a field full of color.
But know this, little flower,
You're loved by the creator.
There's no other love that is greater.
