Small and bright and unassuming;
Inconsequential in it's blooming,
Having few desires or needs,
Hardly different from a weed.
Independent, strong and pretty,
It lives in country, town and city,
Endures the tramp of booted feet
And the delight of hungry sheep
With a tiny, delicate grace,
With whitened fringe and yellow face
And steel-like determination
To complete it's pollination.
These are things that I admire,
Qualities that I desire
For myself, so I aspire
To be more like this little flower.