Wallflower

To be a wallflower, Outside the care and love that was ours, To grow in some corner of the park, Untouched, unnoticed, Beyond the norms of beauty they created, In the bright light of sun and under tears shed by overcast, We danced to the gust of winds and the chirps from two birds far apart, We wondered what they talk about? Is it the swirling sky? Or something beyond our sight, We watched the red roses bloom and die somewhere far, But we were right there, Untouched, unnoticed. Outside the care and love that was ours, And after all the beauty that reached our hearts, We could say it was indeed beautiful, To be a wallflower.