Unfinished Poetry

it takes time

a flower bloomed and turned into something beautiful,

it started small but grew to stand tall,
it didn't dare fall,

years pass but it holds it's class,
days past really fast,

time takes away its beauty,
it begins to wither and wilt,

it began to tilt,
the beauty fading,

but it something else replace it,
elegance

it's stance may be off
but it had that quiet beauty around it that demanded to be noticed,

but we were too focused,
we didn't dare look at the flower on the crack,
it laid quietly in the back,

slowly dying,
i could hear it crying,

it's striving
to be noticed

small and frail,
time passes and it begins to pale,

before we knew it, it had turned stale;
the flower that bloomed with beauty died as we passed by,

it stood mighty tall in that small crack in the pavement
its' story died along with it

it never fit
inside that tiny crack

this is what we lack:
time

time to notice
time to see

that beauty is within each and everyone including everything
even if you don't see it at first,

it's there.

so don't think for a second that yo---

Unfinished.