For I was a shrub among the Dahlias
In a garden, where beauty bloomed
Amidst animated colors and ambrosial scents.
I stood, unnoticed,consumed.
Tall and proud, the Dahlias stood
With petals like fiery flames, their elegance and grace captured, while I,a shrub felt so tame
Their vibrant hues danced in the breeze as admirers gather around, but I,a humble shrub, felt unseen
In the shadows,I was bound.
For in the grand tapestry of life,each element has its own role to play.
The Dahlias may dazzle with their splendor, and I,a shrub, may have my own way.
For I was Shrub, finding solace in knowing that my worth lies beyond mere sight.
For I was a shrub amongst the Dahlias, a silent presence,yet standing tall.
In the garden of life.
