The one forsaked flower bud?

One who's been forsaked from the very start,
A mistake perhaps, an unwanted bud,
Born as though by accident on an over bloomed rose bush.

It was even smaller than the other buds when they all were buds,
As though time stopped and the one mistake bud no longer grew,
Maybe it was already dying then.

The other buds tortured and harassed it,
While it was, still by them just because it was different,
Causing it extreme stress and to die off that much more.

After this bud finally died without even being understood and ever truly loved,
And all other roses around it were fully bloomed,
It finally bloomed and all others were forsaked and died.

This same rose bud seemed to reappear every spring,
And the same thing happened over and over again,
Without this one smaller rose bud the rose bush would never live again.


* In the eyes and heart of the creator, we are all loved, are good and are important. We're all special and we all do matter. We all should be given a chance and not shunned by others. The one bud, was the creator. The love that allows the bush to be born every spring, again because of, love and the love the creator has for, all of us. The creator can see and knows this, do you?