The flower of the stars, begun as a seed,
Landed in a field, part of the sky that was freed.
It laid dormant in the grass, giving off faint glows,
Unnoticeable to all people, but not to one who knows.
The more it got noticed, the bigger it grew,
Surviving rough weather, inner strength shining through.
It still goes unnoticed, by all who might blunder,
But to the one who does notice, knows the beauty of such a wonder.