A stubby, little flower in the middle of a gazania patch

Gazanias tower over the mini flower, making it feel insignificant.

Without much sunlight, it still manages to flourish, reaching for the sun. 

Knowing that there’s no chance to equal such beauty like a gazania,

The runt of the patch is still developing to learn its value.

As weeks pass by the petite flower, rooted to the soil

Watches the beautiful flowers get picked, one by one, to be given to loved ones,

Feeling even more miniscule. The immature flower wants to shrivel away

Until the perfectly unexpected moment occurs where a little one goes 

“Hey brother! Look! I found the one to bring back to mom!”

The children carefully dig up the short flower, making sure not to damage its roots

And cautiously bring it back to their mom’s headstone to replant.

The flower that was just experiencing the most self-doubt now

Feels like it have the most meaning in the world,

Realizing its purpose is not to look and have the same reason as all of the other flowers, 

But to be one that oddly sticks out, and to bring joy to others, 

even if they don’t have much faith in themself.