Nobody picks the small, unknown flowers,
Everybody wants to fill their homes and gardens
With the tall bright flowers, that everybody hears about,
The ones that are always more appealing

The thing that confuses me most,
Is how can we decide which flowers appeal,
If nobody ever takes the time to stop and closely inspect
Them to see every important detail?

But still, the unknown flowers don’t have a choice,
They are forced to sit back and watch
As the prominent flowers are showered with water
And neatly cared for

Why must the flowers be treated unfairly
When even the most unappealing
Is considered an object of allurement