the garden of the thousand flowers

I saw you in that garden,
Filled with beautiful flowers,
And I was in the middle of them
But I wasn’t as pretty as them,
I hadn’t such a good smell as them,
I was just a simple weed
In the middle of that beautiful flowers
But you looked at me anyway,
At the weed in the middle
Of the thousand flower garden.
You seamed to only care
About the little weed I was,
To never look or care
For that beautiful flowers.
Until the day I became a lily,
The only lily in that beautiful garden.
My singularity, my unique smell,
My color made you compare me
To the other flowers around me:
To the beautiful red rose next to me,
To that one with that funny yellow tone,
To every single one of them.
My change made you think
That I wasn’t going your company any longer,
Now that I was one of a kind,
So you left me
And went searching for another flower,
A prettier one,
A lonelier one.
My sorrow made me dry,
My grief for you left made me die.
Now I’m the spirit of that beautiful garden,
Watching for the flowers you leave behind
Every time you think they don’t need you any more.
I still need you.
I’m steel that weed
That you found one day
In the garden of the thousand flowers.