Oh, how hard is it to find a flower?

One that stands tall above it all.

Above the chaos, the bedlam of the city streets.

Time continues, the city continues, apathetically,

the pace never reaches hiatus, never ceases

the mass moves onward, focused of the moment.

The little flower stands tall but ignored.

Oh, how hard is it to find a flower?

Not that hard at all, just slow down,

take a breath, look away, look down,

amidst the bustling city streets, among the sea of feet,

stands tall a little flower, brave and bold but ignored.