In a corner of the garden
The flower stood alone
Waiting to be noticed
It was not colorful
Nor fragrant
Deprived of the sunlight
It had still managed to bloom
Amongst the plethora of hues
It seemed like an apology
Like nature’s fool
Its head bowed humbly
As if it was a fault
To be born an anomaly
Came along a buzzy bee
And graced each flower
With a flitting visit
“Howdy” it called out
“Are you talking to me?”
The flower stuttered
Still feeling lowly
Yes, you wonderful being
Why are you not smiling?
Look at me I am colorless
And not a scent on me
But that’s why you are
So strikingly different
So celebrate and dance
Come smile with me


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