The Violet
by Elizabeth

There grew a little violet
In grasses green and tall
So delicate, hardly invisible
This flower was so small.
It tried so to be noticed
But everyone passed by
And it was all the flower
To tell itself not to cry.
Until the say when someone came
And saw the purple bloom
And picked the little violet
To brighten up the gloom.

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