I grow against all reason
Against all odds
I am nothing
That you believe me to be.
Red as a rose
But not even really a flower
Though I seem to bloom
In the dead of winter
I don't obey the rules
But I don't care.
I choose my own time to shine
My own way to express myself
I am a lovely Christmas beauty
Blooming in the snow
The perfect sign of hope
When all around seems dead and gone.
What am I?
(Yesterday's answer: A teddy bear.)
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