she is my silene stenophylla
rare, pure, beautiful
underappreciated, unnoticed

humans make me so angry
because they don't see
the wonder in front of them

her soul is delicate
yet withstanding;
the petals of my silene stenophylla

that I could but protect her
yet how
when all I want for her is to bloom

I worry for her future
because the silene stenophylla
is 32,000 years old

and it is all alone
none left of its kind
if I could, I would be her kind

my beautiful flower
but that she could really be mine
lacking that, I would wish she have the world