Once upon a time

Once upon a time,

There was this gardener

Whose garden's fame

Reach all corners .

And even the heavens above

Sing songs of praises,

For the most beautiful flowers

That grew there.

One day the gardener call upon

The might god himself

For his presence 

To pick one flower,

Amongst the prettiest flowers

That he had grow 

Each with equal love and care..

The might one was gracious

To step into the renowned garden

He look up and down,

Up and above;

And finally pick the tiniest one

Amongst the graciously dancing flowers

The gardener was astounded,

For he never noticed the tiny flower

Nor was it the prettiest 

Surely his garden had far better.

The might god knew 

The unsaid confusion of the gardener

So he turn to him

And said,

" Amongst the greatest, 

This tiny one have my heart,

You see it's existence

Was overshadowed by 

The greatness of other flowers,

That so great that 

even you didn't notice it

Struggling for existence

Between the great flowers;

But it never forget to exist

Nor was it disappointed by

Your ignorance.

And look there is no flower here

That has bloom as beautiful

As this one...

Surely it had endure so much more

To deserve any love and attention..."