The morning after the storms,
I went looking for the vibrant flower
that had hung so proudly over the garden wall.

But, the rains and winds had battered her;
and instead of a glorious bloom, I found her sad remains.
I am too late, I thought.

 Then I looked up and saw a hidden flower,
sheltered by leaves, and tucked behind the wall.
Clever flower, kindred spirit,
we both know how to hide sometimes,
and thus survive the storms. 

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