I grew up with flowers in my hair,

Dirt on my knees,

Stains on my elbows,

And roots in my heart.

 

I dare you to try to uproot me,

Because I am a wild thing of earth,

Roots, dirt, clover crowns, and flowers.

 

And they take care of their own.

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