It's wonderful to be a freshly blooming rose, seen by everyone's eyes given special names, and compared with other grown blooms.
But...
I'd rather be free from everyone's attention, i prefer to grow, to bloom without much effort, to sprout amongst the grass, on some random garden spots, to persist to exist, to breathe even among crevices.
I'd rather be a wildflower unannounced, unmaintained yet, beautifully unique, and with much freedom.
Upon me, others may tread, but, i don't die easily, i persevere, and then in due time, i rise again.