LITTLE FLOWER


LITTLE FLOWER

There’s a little flower
being blown by the wind
nobody gives it mind
for she is called a weed.
How sad did it make her
to be called what she’s not
all she ever wanted to be
was to brighten her little spot –
to grow and give color
perhaps to attract some bee
to turn her face to the sun
nurture a little plant or tree.
In time her petals fell
as lonely as when in bloom
but her little seeds
will have her image live on.

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