I'm just a street flower- a wild one.
Something that grew in the harshest places,
Something that you had probably stepped on or ignored as you walked pass the winding road.
Something that you never see, too focused with the lush gardens of ethereal and exotic flowers ahead,
for I can never compare myself to how they sway in the winds, dance in the rain and sing with the birds,
while they play in their haven of a garden and flirt with all the butterflies and bees.
I can never be those flowers.
I am a street flower, something that had lived through the harsh glare of the sun, the endless drought and your big shoes,
I had lived and that's what matters.