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The wind may blow harsh,

Rain may fall on weary shoulders,

But I, like the soil, am patient,

Roots sunk deep, holding strong.

Little daisies keep on laughing,

Reminding me:

Pain passes, colors remain.

And every new day is an invitation

To begin again.

Walk in your own garden,

Grow your own flowers,

Even small steps carry light.

And remember:

A heart that believes in itself

Can fill even the driest soil with blooms.

You are the one who will make your life and surroundings colorful and beautiful.