The Flower

Middle of the city,

between towering buildings,

on a back alley where no light reaches and hardly anyone passes,

there it was,

one little flower.

No one ever noticed but the flower was trying so hard,

hoping to be seen.

But hardly anyone walked by and ones who did never even noticed it was there.

When the little flower was almost ready to give up,

one man walked by and was so moved by the flower in such an unfitted place.

The little flower was so excited and encouraged

that she kept flowering

hoping to be looked at by someone again but no one else did…

She could not flower any longer and finally died

after being seen by only one person.

But the little flower died much happier than those at flower shops or flower gardens because, more than any other flowers, she found the happiness of having someone appreciate you