a small flower blooms
in a dry field
few raindrops quench the thirst
of the pedals
that long to join a meadow
where everyone basks
in the beauty of
the small flower does not phantom
the damage that the meadow holds
as the beauty of its vibrancy
is trambled
the pressure to be vibrant
forces the meadow to
damage its arena
in order to
meet the standards of the worshippers
they are idolized
their colors are followed
but at what odds
will its admirers go
to uphold the authentic beauty that
has been erased