Surrounded by superiors,
My petals wilt with dejection,
My lifeline cut short by low-tempered men and women,
With a desire to keep their gardens clean.

Tulips and daisies,
Tittering with delight,
Looking at us as if they were our superordinates
Eyes rolling, their heads held high.

Adults walked by,
Shaking their heads,
Phoning the gardeners,
With preferences to not get their hands bedraggled.

Sitting, awaiting execution,
Silently weeping,
Alone.

No admirers,
No lovers,
No one to adore,
Left alone to rot and die.

Until the person comes, who changes the whole world.

A toddler stumbles out,
Wandering towards us,
Looking at the tulips, the daisies,
inhaling the fragrance,
Continuing,
Stumbling,
in our direction,
Looks me over,
A gentle grin.

Staring at us outcast
A smile begins to form,
Salivating at the mouth.

Touching our petals,
Gentle, calm, inviting,
Welcoming, happy.

Now, descending into our world,
Our roots buried under the soil
Joining us,
Welcoming us.

Not just accompanying us,
Not just breathing our scent,
Not looking at us as superiors.
Loving us.

With no care of our status,
A daunting name that scares away all.

Just enjoying the present,
Enjoying our presence.
Giving us love.

Just weeds to some,
Just nuisances to others,
But to them,
To them
we are beauties.