Sometimes things are not as fragile as they seem….its the inner strength that matters.
Down in the valley by the creek,
Grew a solitary and lovely lily.
Its body pink, speckled white,
So fragile, a beautiful sight.
Was tested by the swirling waves,
And ravaged by the surly gales.
Yet it stood, the stormy sail,
Belied its strength, its body frail.
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