There once was a wild flower.
She was never noticed.
Never seen,hardly spoke a word.
Always trampled on by bigger flowers who gossiped about her, she overheard.
She wanted to be noticed, so badly she would cry.
She would mumble every evening, "Oh why do I even try?!"
One day this wild flower will be noticed, children, mark my words.
No longer will she be trampled on by these people.
She will blossom into a beautiful rose.
Everyone that has been in that situation knows.
