I feel like
A prairie flower
One of many
Different only in
Color I wonder
Why no bees
Buzz by me
Tickling my petals
With long legs
Enjoying my nectar
Or why no
Child has seen
Smiled and snatched
Me up to
Be their own
But here I
Remain lovely in
A sea of
Loveliness content knowing
That I’m the
Best flower that
I can be
