Blooming like a rose,
Isn't even an option for most of us.
We bloom like the wildflower,
Neglected and ignored even when we blossom.
We dissappear likewise too,
Once our part is over, we wither away
Unnoticed, unsung, unadorned and unadored.
But we bloom fiercely in our own way,
Fight our way through and brave the dangers.
We aren't tamed showpieces,
We're the untamed, unbounded wilderness.