Helloo, Im new at writing poems and trying to improve. I have a poem here abt being alone and then was seen.
A small tiny flower surrounded by trees
Belittled in the forests cold breeze
Outshined by other plants it remains concealed
A speck in the flowery field
With petals coming to awry
Its withering comes to time
Yet it remains to be seen
By a bee whose life is gleen
Wings buzzing in the green
The flower felt seen
It begins to blossom
With petals outshining the sun
Its beauty is the only one
The wind rustling in its small leaves
The flower blooms with vibrant hue
A splash of colour both bright and bold