You are just a wild weed, you little beauty
Along the byways of this beaten-down trail
You have caught my eye, you little blossom
You remind me of the Proverbs 31 woman
The wife of the nobleman
Who was clothed in fine linen of purple
Her children called her blessed and she laughed at the days to come
She was strong and vigorous
No hand nurtured you, my little one
No gardener tended to you
Yet you flourish
Your stalks are strong and you are here in this big world, doing it all by yourself
No one will pluck you, my fair one
Nor place you in an ornament to celebrate your life
But here you are, so beautiful among all the other weeds
You stand out and you stopped me in my tracks
I noticed you
Thank you, my violet queen, for a lesson well-learned.
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