Hybrid

Once sprouted a stem,from a budded end of the hybrid,knowing nothing about the world it had come into.
Started growing & it was happy all the day long & short nights -----That it grew alike the mother,very bright & simple as she was .But none cared the flowers she bore,...as she was expected to be a hybrid.
Once to her anguish came the owner...started looking at with a intrest.She stood errect & flushed her flowers to make him know she too mattered .Not even a while she stood---
He cut her down ,she cried .....either to replant her or to burn her .Not either was heard . But she had to live as she was a provider of a budding flower .
She rooted herself,in the soil she fell.......
Yes ! The day has come , for which she struggled ...The flower opened & did not resemble any of the others in the valley..
yes ! yes ! & yes ! it was different & never seen before...It's the owener's pride .....He recognised & planted it in the fertile land ....but....no ! The stem wasn't green anymore ,she was cared everyday & planted every new way to prosper ....But the stem never rooted again & none could ever see a flower of that sought ..........
Could it not be given a chance to live, to bear ,to rear & to prosper it could have been the provider of a flower which would be the rear of the valley.
Things go vauge but if you had no rage you would not wage the feelings of a sage to stand for a life who bore a babe full of amaze.......