When Will You Notice Me?

As my purple flowers bloom

Seas of bees swarm around me

I lay on a walking track

Getting stepped on every day 

When will you notice me? 

Not step on me?

Realise that I am there?

The ground hugs me tightly

Not wanting to let me go

I have to leave

Leaving would mean I don't get stepped on

I would stop slowly dying, stop becoming extinct.

When will you notice me?

Not step on me?

Realise that I am there?