I’ve been planted here since I was but a cutting;
First given much sun and then all too little;
Much water, then all too little.
But against all odds I grew.
Even though I was left in the shade to wilt and die;
Even though I was left to drought;
I found the light that nourishes me within myself.
And here, I let the waters of prosperity wash over me;
And here I take root.
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