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 refresh you and to quench your thirst.
And when you least expect them, friends
will appear who see your beauty and strength.
Through your petals and leaves and stems,
life extends its blessings to the world.
So blossom and dance, dear child of the Yes,
and hear the wind whisper that you’re known
and seen, that you’re cherished and dearly loved.