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.