Bluebell

once a beautiful riverbank, full of beautiful flowers,
the bluebell now stands alone.
One by one, the others were picked off by passersby or eaten by the deer
But the deer don't care for the bluebell
and no one wants to disturb the very last flower

so she stands alone on the riverbank.
was she not beautiful enough? or tasty enough? she wonders to herself
no, she was more than enough, better than enough,
she was precious, and strong
resilient
and without her, the riverbank would be lost of all beauty

so she must stand alone, and hope that others will be inspired by her beauty,
and bring others to join her

but for now,
she is
a single flower on the riverbank
the bluebell