Beauty under Interference

The day the flower prematurely died
Losing color its grief weighed down its stem
Ashamed turned from the sun wilting to hide
Not wanting those who frowned to see its head

The flower felt the bite of bitter frost
Denying everything when in question
The chewing sensation ‘neath its façade
The ice too thick for others to see in

The flower now nearly horizontal
Is choked to death by roots of blinded weeds
Though once it stood up proud and rightly tall
Is doomed to lie and rot lost underneath

And yet those onlookers in passing by
Saw none, save which be pleasing to their eye