Buttercup (Poem)

There was once a flower

Growing in isolation

Blooming in peace

There in the pavement

But in front of that pavement

Is a garden

Of thousand hybrid flowers

And buzzing bees

Bees would circle around the flowers

And these flowers would sing of lullabies

And dance,

Into the rhythm of the wind

But this flower in the pavement

Not one bee would circle around her

She never sings nor dances

She just bathes herself in sunshine

Poor that little flower!

From the garden she would hear.

They would stare at her in woe

While they started to dry up

They continue on living

And then drying

While she continues on breathing

And then living

Poor little flower,

They always tell her

But her sweetness remains

And her petals reclaim

Soon there is no more garden

No more hybrid flowers

There are only bees,

And their buzzing

They would circle around her

And buzz

But she covers up

Her sweetness is never going to dry up