some petals
never know their place
or how good they got it
blooming entitlements
as if each solar ray should
shine gratefully upon them
spoiled with photosynthesis
the occurance of a cloudy day
is taken as insult to the very stem
daft to the knowledge that
they are only as much a part of this
as each blade of grass
ignorant to the idea that even a weed
can be beautiful
and so full of themselves
they see themselves
as large as the trees
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