Like a Flower living in the dark,
Unnoticed by the world outside.
The beauty from within, forgotten
For the darkness swallowed it whole.

The bloom of the Flower started
But no one ever saw it happen.
Hidden beneath the tree trunks,
Awaiting to be trod on, to be discovered.

The world always looks at others
Who shine and bloom so bright in the light.
Compromising the hundred and fold beauty
Of the Flower in the dark.

The world didn’t dare search for more
Contented and satisfied in everything that’s only within their reach
Not daring to explore and know
Ignoring completely what’s there hiding in the depths of the dark.

A Flower in the dark
Judged by the outside circumstances
Ignored for a million times
Leaving it undiscovered, unseen in the dark.