A real, true bouquet

How did I collect them?
Bell so that it was to the bell,
Cornflower to cornflower
And there was a daisy for a daisy.
It seemed to me that the bouquet would be more beautiful,
If only one cornflowers,
Or just one bell
Or only daisies alone
Gather head to head.
You can cut the stems and put them in a glass in water.
Little by little I realized
What are different colors combination
(Bright yellow with white,
Cornflower blue with white and yellow,
Blue with lilac
Lilac with slightly pinkish)
May become a feast of summer midday colors
It can become joy. We need a few conditions:
Just a drop of taste
Or maybe a drop of sight -
And the bouquet is provided. Enough flowers in June!
So I collected them. But
(Immaturity is to blame for everything)
I naively believed
What are simple, nondescript herbs
(It seems to us that the herbs are inconspicuous)
Unworthy to come close
To the pure, selective and clear,
Collected by me in a bouquet, honored flowers.
I went around wheatgrass
I walked around the deaf nettles,
"Fox's tail" went around, and wild oats, and field thistle,
And cotton grass
And prickly
Blazing with a fierce flame,
An ugly, mediocre Tatar man.
Of course they wanted to. And I spoke reproachfully:
“Where are you going?
Here you are, lop-eared sorrel stalk,
Admire yourself, where are you good for?
Is it possible to sweep the litter?
Well, let's say I rip you off ... "
And then,
To really humiliate this plant,
I ripped off
And put a panicled stem to the bouquet,
So that all the flowers in the meadow laugh with me
A combination of a terrible pink "cancer neck"
And a ridiculous panicle.

But...
Nobody laughed.
Even more than that (what flowers!), I myself did not laugh.
I saw how I came to life, when suddenly the bouquet lit up,
How he missed
An ugly, essentially long, rough stem.
I plucked the nettles
I put nettles on the bouquet!
And - lo and behold! - the green, powerful juiciness of the nettle
Illuminated the flowers.
And her crude strength
She shaded all the tenderness of her neighbor's forget-me-nots,
Showed all the weakness of a quiet raspberry clove,
She emphasized all the subtlety, all the pinkness of the "cancerous neck".
I plucked the stalks of rye so that they would stick out of the bouquet!
And the Tatar tore off to destroy the symmetry to hell!
And tore off the epic to add the shaggy relics!
And put it in a jug,
And poured water from the well,
So that the moisture trembles, like after a pouring rain,
This is how I first created

Present,
True bouquet.

Soloukhin Vladimir