Poem of a flower
Walking past the gardens,
laying on the sidewalk,
stood a unseen wonder noticed by no one.
Touched only by the wind,
sitting there in the moist ground a flower that i couldn't recognize.
The look of it purple and yellow,
shinning in the sun with a smell only the riches of flowers would have,
and yet hidden in sight by the size and majesty of the other flowers around it.