There it was
Swaying in the field
Calling to me

I saw it and
It was beautiful
Though no one saw the beauty
Through my eyes

So I picked it
Because no one else would
But then
Death took over

It started to wilt
From the inside out
No one saw at first
But then everyone did

It started to lose its color
Its charm
Drop its leaves

Soon
There was nothing left to take
From it

There was no color
No charm
And no leaves

They finally started to notice
How beautiful
It really was

In the end
Everyone remembered
Her beauty