Two Flowers

A flower bought as trophy was in full bloom in May

Its size was very imposing, its color a sunset ray

Its petals silky smooth, its stems were six feet high

Its countenance imperious, its gaze facing the sky

My heart was filled with sadness as I went on my way

I was trying to figure out something nice to say

I wished to offer praise, but it ignored my glance

Seemed dead to sight and hearing, indifferent in its stance

Nearby stood a small flower, of pomp it showed no need

It had pale yellow flowers resembling more a weed

I stopped to take a look, thought what a pretty sight

It seemed to read my mind, its blooms became bright

I heard a silent voice, “thank you my welcome friend

For spotting my small petals next to that bloom so grand

I am just a lowly flower but I am fully alive

I do not bloom for glory, to please I simply strive”

“I am a loving creature,” said in a weeping voice

“I am very sad and lonely, this life is not my choice

Nobody ever greets me, I can’t imagine why

Stay with me a while next time you are passing by”