It doesn’t matter that you grow in a tangle of weeds
or that you’re hidden in some corner where few ever pass.
You’re still exactly where you were destined to be,
where you were meant to unfurl your colors,
where you were needed to sing your song.
The sunbeams will still find you, the stars
will light your nights. Soft rains will come
to quench your thirst and refresh you.
And when you least expect them, friends
will appear who see your strength and beauty.
Through your petals and leaves and stems, life
extends its blessings to the world.
So blossom and dance, little child of the Yes,
and hear the wind whisper how you matter
and are precisely where you are needed to be.