The Unseen Bloom

I will not crumble like petals frail,

Swept away by the evening’s wail.

Someone, reach out through this night,

Before I’m lost to fading light.

I stand where whispers meet the trees,

A lonely bloom in wandering breeze.

The world forgets I breathe and sigh—

A humble flower beneath wide sky.

To them, I’m but a forest vine,

Tangled roots where shadows pine.

Yet deep within, I hold a spark—

A healing glow in places dark.

In every leaf, in every vein,

I carry love to ease your pain.

While showy blooms may steal the gaze,

I offer light through cloudy haze.

Try me once—let me be near,

To mend your wounds, to calm your fear.

I’ll cradle your heart in arms so true,

With roots that cling and flowers that knew.

Show flowers bloom in grand parade,

But soon their vibrant hues will fade.

I linger on through storm and song—

A love so deep, so pure, so strong.

My scent may not draw crowds to me,

But I’m the balm for souls that bleed.

In every touch of soft, green care—

I’ll be the solace waiting there.

If only one could stop and see—

The steadfast strength that lives in me—

They’d find a bloom that never sways,

A love that stays through endless days.

When others turn with fleeting grace,

I stay, a warmth in the coldest place.

To love you when the night grows dim—

To hold you close through every whim.

Yet loneliness is my refrain—

A quiet echo of unseen pain.

For those who pass me, unaware—

I watch them go, a silent prayer.

Call me a fool, a hope unwise—

A forest flower none realize.

But here I stand, with heart laid bare—

A healing touch, a desperate care.

As time wears on, I hold my ground,

Though dreams may break and tears confound.

With every petal torn by strife—

I pour out love, I give my life.

So when you see the show blooms go,

Remember me—the one below.

A humble flower, hidden, true—

Who gave her all to comfort you.