How I Got Here
Quiet your rustling and lend me your ear
As I sing you the story of how I got here
I was born of yellow, blue, and brown
A tornado drove my seed in the ground
Not a drop of rain for forty days
A ball of fire set me ablaze
Grew up strong with the sideoats stems
Learned to bend and sway and wave like them
But a dandelion sprang up one day
And showed me I could fly away
So southward on the winds we roamed
In the fertile hills we found a home
A bouquet of every color and hue
I see reds and greens and violets too!
And here the seasons I will spend
Until we ride the winds again
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