I walk alone across the grass i spot a lonely dandelion showing off its yellow petals that most people would see abhorrent because the dandelion is a weed. Then within blooms to a flower covered with little fairies as i'd call them when younger. It's only then till children run to this weed and blow all it's fairies away. Only to dislike what's left of the weed.
It just goes to show that when the weed does show the beauty of the fairys it's blown away to make more weeds for the sake of having more sort lived happy bits of fairies.
A cycle just like life.
