When Will You Notice Me?
By Alice S
Published 23 September 2023
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?