There once was a flower,
She was the smallest flower.
She believed she wasn't useful,
That her life was only so she could die at winter's embrace.
That changed when a bee landed upon her.
"Hello. What is wrong my dear flower?" The Bee asked her,
"I am useless! I'm not beautiful!!" She cried and cried to the bee,
The bee smiled at her,
"That's not true, you're beautiful my dear! And I like you,
Some others just take time to grow."
He kissed her soft petals.
She didn't know if he said was true.
"Maybe.." she said.
She then tried to be happy,
That didn't work.
The bee returned the next week. "So my dear flower, how are you today?"
"Terrible!! I'm still useless! I'm not helping my friends or the world around!"
"But you are. You're helping the world right now." The bee told her.
"So be happy, the world needs you my little flower.."
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