“Stop and smell the roses” they say
But i've learned one must stay away
Roses look nice but stay wary of them
Some flowers hide malice at their stem

I'd rather wander the untrampled trail
In search for the flowers with beauty veiled
Where wildflowers grow unhindered and free
Reigning bright over lands, a royal decree

Like the Lily of the valley, delicate and petite
Her shyness is clear, but to see her a treat
Unaware of her beauty she hides from critique
Many share her name but none as unique

Or the dandelion, golden with ease
She grows where and how she please
Adamant she'll stand for all to see
Beauty confident with the will to just be

And the sunflower standing tall with grace
Her elegance simple and easy to trace
With beauty so pure it can only be right
For all that she seeks is warm sunlight