Look At Us

Bees often hum a little tune Flying to flowers all afternoon. The colors yellow, pink, red, and green Are found in parks, houses, and magazines. "Look at the beautiful flowers!" People exclaim So easily entertained. To some this is beauty; absolutely divine Looking at nature which seems to shine. Fit and thin? Where to begin? We see what society sees And always wanting to agree. Is this rose absolute? Must she be perfectly complete? "Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder" Why must we act so much colder? Don't judge what she looks like When her color fades to dislike. No longer standing straight, her stem so green From one time she felt like a queen. Remaining alone forever it seemed. No one to hold No one to stand by her and grow old. No one to talk to No one to share anew. Feeling sad and alone Lacking to speak in a good tone. Though she sees you there Having absolutely no cares. She feels invisible And not very desirable. Only wishing for you to speak a word Or hearing her speak a word. "Hello. I'm here. Just to make it clear. I've liked you for a very long time Trying to make the climb To tell you I've liked you for a very long time. I am a rose; wilted; left alone Almost making my heart turn to stone Seeing you there I could only stare And hope you see me. You could probably agree The other flowers are prettier than me Showing all colors willingly. I am a simple, pale flower Asking to be showered With love and affection I've never been given. I was very driven To talk to you today But now I see I am merely drifting away." With a silence stronger than words The man walked over to the rose as if he heard Her long forgotten words. Picking her up and trimming her stem Holding her as if she was a gem. "She's lost her color," He had said Turning to a girl who constantly read. "Pale and wilted, she seems to be. Was probably sitting there unhappily" The man looked at her with such awe "She's not as pretty" says the girl quite flawed. "No you're wrong. Don't you see? This flower is the prettiest and gives me such glee Such a rare flower indeed." A rare flower growing here If you don't look hard enough she'll never appear. A rare flower just for you Waiting to be picked and loved by you. Looks are not everything we should see But rather the personality. Find yourself a rare flower among them all And remember boys, don't let them fall.