There Stands a Blossom

There stands, a blossom, amongst a field, unlikely for it, to grow. There stands, the blossom, protruding on, despite assumptions, of no. There stands, a blossom, yearning to become, yet different upon, the other kind. There stands, a blossom, trying to fit in, from the similar, choosing, to not bind. There stands, a blossom, rising above, achieving what needs, to be done. There stands, a blossom, in place of all, there realizing, it was, the only one.