a young fellow was traveling the countryside. i saw him coming miles before his actual arrival. that's the way it is in this area. the fields aren't round an' unless there's a storm, there ain't a cloud to stop your view. i've been out here for a few years now, doesn't take long to get accustomed to the change. i used to be a city slicker, but i found out long ago that it's not my fancy. or at least, i don't quite fancy it. it's not that i didn't try 'cause i did, i sure did. even my mama said that it wasn't my fault, they just didn't quite get who i was trying to, or supposed to be. now this man, he came upon my land in a real nice suit. he musta been looking for territory, scoutin' out the area to see what could be his next development. and as we stood there at the expansive harvest in front of us, he noticed the sunflowers i had planted within the rest of the crops. he asked me, "why do you have those weeds? go hoe them out and the rest will flourish." i told him that those ain't no weeds, they're flowers just the same as the rest. as he scoffed and turned to continue on his travel i spoke up, "they may be just weeds if you're looking for perfectness. come back when your stocks dry up mister and you'll see that they aren't weeds. just a plant outta place."
and maybe i'm just a plant out of place. i'll try to adapt and have a place of some sorts. the sunflowers always face the bulb in the sky you know.
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