I'm a wildflower- stem to stem,
growing among your colored gems,
often unnoticed I pretend;
to be like them, to be like them.

Feed me but once or twice a year,
deeper my roots no frost can shear,
bloom in the shade that others fear;
yet still I'm here, yet still I'm here.

Hardly a visit from a bee,
lovers won't pick or corsage me,
petals as gloom as ones could be;
but this is me, but this is me.

Setting a weed inside a crack,
dawn with the sun upon my back,
lonely I stand among the pack;
what do I lack, what do I lack?

Spade in my heart or cut me short,
pull out my soul to plant a court,
fill it with flowers of your sort;
I'm but a wart, I'm but a wart.

I am no daisy- yes it's true,
pansy or bluebell flaming blue,
but none will miss me in the dew;
a unique hue, a unique hue.