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When I micromanage the flowers
in my garden they don’t do well
they refuse to bloom
they resist the touch of the sun
they grow dependent on me
and they sulk.
But when I let them be
in the glory of their uniqueness
they flourish in bursts of luxuriant growth
they communicate their joy
they grow and bloom
and they dance beneath the sun.
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