A Violet

You'll find me as a little violet, peeking out among the blades and blades of grass. That's what I'll do. I'm always standing out; I'll forever be standing out because I'm not meant to go with the lawn; I'm a violet, shining bright purple.

    And every spring I'll bloom, looking so delicate and easy to pick because I'm not the sharp blades of grass that cut you. But every day when they mow the grass will be cut because of its sharpness, while I simply stay close to the gentle ground and keep blooming once the mower has passed over me. I will shine my flowers to the unseeing deer, who eat the grass and eat the weeds, and when winter comes I will wait again for the spring. 

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