obscurity

[Blkrubbersoul]

out on the back forty,
the hayseed was sown.
though the farmer was finished,
one fact was unknown.

mixed in with the millions,
one singular seed
was not even hay,
but a whole different breed.

the flower then sprouted
and toyed with the sun.
petals like prisms
on this million to one.

she was like no other
who lived here before
and when she was gone
there would not be one more.

the hay soon grew
and hid her from view
so nobody saw
her beauty and awe.

then came the harvest,
the hay was brought in
not even the farmer
knew this miracle had been.