I'm a delicate, but beautiful living thing. I'm fragile and hurt easily, and everyday as I live my life, I get droopy, but then lean back up because I won't give up. You may laugh at all my imperfections, and you may pick at me, but I still stand proud. I feel the Sun shine on ME because, I know I'm loved by someone and something, so I stand just a little taller and feel just a little bit prouder of myself, but as each day passes of my life a pedal falls. And day by day I start to wilt bit by bit, but at the same time I watch my children grow as they have happy long lasting lives. And before I die I tell each one of them my life story and