Why do you pass me by, oh beholder? Why not take a walk in my field and find and see me?
What good would it do, Coreopsis? You are only one of a kind, as are all the rest. Should I pluck you from your home to compare your exaggerations and begin your decay? Perhaps I should cull 5 more, beyond that I surely cannot comprehend, one for height, one for bend, one for leaves, one for scent, and another just for Number’s sake? Even if I gave you different names, you would all still be, coreopsis.
I am glad you like my kind en masse. You must also have known one of us to describe what you cannot see collectively. She was a lucky flower to have been seen by you. The decay would have been worth it, if there were enough left to renew and multiply the field for next year.