I am sitting on a park bench 

Listening to the sound of my music

Staring off into the distance

As a tree catches my eye

It is dotted with yellow flowers

There must be hundreds, if not thousands, of flowers dotting the tree

They drift to the ground soundlessly

No one else noticed the loss

Of the one beautiful flower

Among the thousands of flowers

Dotting the beautiful tree

It is one among many

And will not be remembered

Nor will it be missed

They do not deserve this fate

Of being stepped on, on the floor

Sitting there for days

As no one goes to help

Because nobody will care 

Because why would one care? 

About one in a thousand, just another number

And as I stand up from this park bench I too do not truly care

About it being tarnished by this world around us

By humanity, humanity which I am a part of, which all of us are a part of.

We read the news and maybe shed a tear at best

For the flowers that have fallen 

And do not speak out about the constant cruelty of our world that mind you- we are a part of

Because we are one among many

And we will not be remembered 

Nor will we be heard

It takes a thousand flowers on a tree for one to take in its colors

As the hues bleed together into one

And people stop to watch the flowers grow,

To watch the flowers fall

And then maybe if ones lucky their colors will be noticed, 

But for now, I will not be remembered

Nor will I be seen.