Defiant of gorgeous blossoms close by, Four petite petals teensier than a fly, Barely noticed but for the vigilant eye, Crowned a frail stem four-inches high. Ignored by the bee, spurned by a butterfly, She stood her ground under a sapphire sky. As the nonchalant gardener passed blindly by, Unfazed she smiled; no frets, no sigh. Bobbing and swaying she vexed not why She went unheeded, though pretty and spry. Not daunted by size, yet humble and shy Just happy to be alive till death came nigh.
