Sprout

An unsure smile A whispered word A backwards run Still shy of the world So independent But still needing mom Friends she wants to make A look back to see if she's wrong Headstrong little baby Opinions always said loud Now quiet as a mouse As though they'll fear her sound My favorite tiny flower Grown strong on the window pane Now planted in a field Looks like she's afraid of change

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