It was there a week ago.
But it was also there years before today.
It’s waiting for someone to look and maybe, just maybe, they’ll see its beauty.
And if not beauty, maybe they’ll just see it for what it is.
Another day passed, and it’s still there.How come nobody noticed? How come nobody even wondered?
Was it too little to be significant?
Was it too insignificant for a second glance?
Or was everyone too blind to see?
Maybe they are.
Or maybe they think it’s not worth even a minute of their time.
Because it’s not like them.
It doesn’t belong.
It’s the outcast.