Unpicked Flower

How would an unpicked flower feel?
You have grown up alongside your friends,
With no particular differences.
Some may grow quicker,
Some may be greener.
Until at one point, everyone blossoms.
They wave proudly in the wind.
Bees visit the groups, no prejudices , just accepting what each has to offer.
Then one day a judgement is made, who is pretty, who is colourful, who has a perfect shape.
Those lucky few are taken away and stored in pride of place.
Those left behind, no-one will know.
Rejection.
Loss.
Despair.

But they continue to grow.....