Spend sunny days growing as a blemish in the grass
Dancing day by day with each delicate and dynamic pass
Many people gander only to see the flower’s beauty as a weed
Commonwealth hasten its life to have wishes dispersed through seed
The flower’s abundant parachutes are carried along by the breeze
Following the flow of all else, pressured for their uniqueness to seize
When the flower finally matures it is golden yellow like the sun
Yet it is too late by then, the flower’s reputation is already done
Society has already deemed this flower to be too much
A flower that stands out, yet a weed to be crushed
If only uniqueness was not looked at as a flaw
The only things accepted are those of societal law
The masses try to change people that appear different than the rest
Yet when they need them for something they wish for the best
The parachute and its origin are like that of the way of life
No matter how beautiful anything is, the smallest blemish causes strife
A society that no longer accepts evolution and innovative change
It makes us ask ourselves, what truly is the range?
Both uniqueness and uselessness are rendered moot in present day
Parachutes filled with wishes can now go either way.
