What is it about the crispness returning to the air that makes us want to go outside and enjoy nature? Is it that we know the sunny days are primarily behind us now, and the darkness of winter is upon us, that we feel we must squeeze as much sun into our lives as possible before it is too late?
What is it about the leaves crunching beneath my feet that makes me want to kick them into the air like a child? Is because of the child within me who still loves to come out and play, regardless of her age?
Hello Little Yellow Flower! What’s that? You’re sad? Why? You haven’t as many petals as your beautiful, more fully-developed siblings? 
Is your yellow coloring any less brilliant than theirs? Do you not require nourishment from water and sunlight, just as they do? Are you any less hand-crafted by God? Oh, little flower, you mustn’t feel bad because of your lack of petals. You, little one, are made with purpose—purpose that only you can fulfill. The fully-developed, beautiful blossoms, untouched by harm, they cannot speak to me as you have. They do not inspire me as you do, my imperfect friend. In the presence of their perfection, I feel damaged. But, here, by your flawed beauty, I feel as though we can relate to one another.
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