Somewhere in a sea of uniformity, a yellow tulip stands alone.
Exquisite… but doubtless convinced that “different” means “ugly.”
Ask this amber wonder for any wish – it will openly yearn to be “normal.”
Never again to be viewed as a mistake, or a freak.
And yet, wish granted, all that remains is a sea of red.
Beautiful… but hardly remarkable.
To dress as no other is the honor of the bride.
To sing as no other is the glory of the nightingale.
To live, give, and love as no other is the beauty of a heart freed by grace.
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