The Flowers by the Road

Driving down the road,
Drinking nectar,
The flowers shown so beautifully.
I didn't know them
Or what species they were
And saw dozens I'd never seen.
Mystery, like in a good poem,
Or a good math problem,
Is good for the mind...
For familiarity breeds contempt.
Let it be unknown some things
And mysteries, and enjoy them
Where they are.