Not all flowers bloom
Beneath branches of the biggest trees
Despite the sun struggling through the canopy
They’re forever shadowed by the leaves
Yet they continue to fight steadily
Even through the greatest breeze
But it’s their anguish to be themselves
That should make us all believe
In the beauty, there, within
Not all children show themselves
In the light of which they seek
Despite many hollow words of praise
Internally, they still feel weak
Although growing older, everyday
They still believe themselves, unique
For this reason, I must support
And of their truth, we must all speak
They are beautiful, there, within
Just like those flowers that forever grow
There are many struggling to be seen
To be heard, to be loved, to be understood
To be everything they ever dream
And truth be told, while struggle’s true
Their beauty, therein, radiates bright
It’s up to everyone else to see the truth
And permit as flowers, their destined light
For they are beautiful, there, within