She was thin and narrow. Her siblings called her ugly. I thought she was beautiful.
When the two-legged ones came they threw her to the ground. One of them even stepped on her, squashing her open.
I watched her for days, halfway buried there in the dirt. She started decaying. I feared she was gone for this world. And for what? Being thin and narrow?
After a week she sprang roots, digging into the ground, and not soon after she reached for the azure skies.
At first, she was just a twig with two leaves on top. She did not even reach above the high grass. I teased her and called her Sprout. She bent in the wind and I think she laughed.
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