Roses, lilies, carnations,
Buttercups, sweet pea,
All flowers are my cousins,
For I’m a flower, you see.

A plain and tiny wild flower,
I stand in an open green,
I love the sunshine on my face,
A face too small to be seen.

I wonder if I have a name,
I’m not famous you see,
Not beautiful, not scented,
No one dreams of plucking me.

In my youth as a foolish bud,
I had a fantasy,
I cursed my stars for my simple face,
I dreamed of great beauty.

I longed to be so beautiful,
To have a scent so fine,
That all the world would praise my face,
And call me names divine.

But no one can change Nature’s plan,
No one defy her power,
My dream remained within my heart,
I grew from simple bud to simple flower.

And still the sun warms my face,
And the gentle wind fans me,
They never see how small I am,
They treat all of Nature equally.

The butterflies and the buzzing bees,
They flutter to and fro,
They bring me tales of far off fields,
They cheer me as I grow.

I watch the gardener hard at work,
In a garden close by me,
He cuts the long stemmed flowers,
Arranges them patiently.
I feel them wince, I hear them cry,
Their pain is a part of me,
For I too belong to Nature,
I’m a flower, you see.

It dawned on me much later,
What I should’ve known from the start,
Real beauty shines out
From a true and loving heart.

This world’s a glorious garden,
For each of us there’s room,
Let’s be gentle; let’s be wise,
Like flowers, let us bloom.