There is a flower in that field.
Let it grow.
Let it grow.
It’s beauty cannot be contained.
Let it shine.
Let it glow.
The world will trash it
at its whim.
Let it go.
Seeds will blow.

Time will show
that there is no
plant on the planet
that won’t get sowed
eventually, you know?

And everything left to its own devices
will attain the very best
that its fate will allow.

It is better to think that way.