A Bloom Untouched

She blooms alone where silence holds the sky, A tender grace no daring soul has known. Her gaze is soft, her head is held so high— A queen within a quiet world, enthroned. No boastful light, no cry for passing praise, She walks beneath the noise, untouched, serene. Her modest charm outshines the sun’s bold rays, Yet fear keeps hearts from where her steps have been. They see her not—the ones who look in fear, For depth and calm are threats to shallow minds. Unloved, not for her lack, but crystal-clear Strength wrapped in grace the insecure won’t find. She is a bloom the world may not deserve, Yet still she stands, with silence as her nerve.