There's a stem growing out of the ground.
Waiting to be watered and nurtured.
Slowly it grows,
but all everyone sees is a weed.
One day it started to rain
and another came sprouting out of the ground.
It's roots grew stronger than the other
and it grew to be a flower.
Bees and birds came
and they left seeds that stuck on the weed.
It rained again and the weed began to grow,
so did the seeds.
Everyone still saw it as a weed and a flower,
but it was a blossom
hidden beneath the fallen seeds,
and untrimmed weeds that grew upon it.
