Beauties of seconds

On the roadside was a wall
Had once assisted a flower tree  to grow,
The dwellers inside too cared once
And had flowers of tons.

They bothered never what it gave
Out of habit they looked and fogot,
Ignoring their beauty
Not receiving the gratuity of the Beauty.

Today also I passed the way
Looked at the tree which smiled at me,
Having shed all the flowers down
That had added beauty to that town.

Being early in the morning
The charm was fresh and to pale
Customarily a lady came to clean
The road's beauty shrinked back in the bin.