The flower in the Wild

As i walk past hurriedly
I notice this violet flower staring back at me
It lies quietly yet loudly screaming with beauty

I stop!
Amazed at the sight
As i bend down to pick it out and make it mine
I freeze!
Ashamed at my Selfishness because not everything beautiful has to be mine
let it grow....its fine!

And i walk away yet i wonder
Why i had never noticed this splendor
How i always noticed the overgrown Bush but never the Flower

Oblivious to beauty, my quest for lifes treasures left me blind
....Blind to the flower in the wild

poem by Wanelisa Albert
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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