Deadly nightshade

evilsupplyco:

At any given breath, there are countless blossoms of deadly nightshade in the world. Fluttering in the breeze, soaking up sun, listening to secrets that drift to them from the beaks of ravens.

Some will be harvested and turned into poison to take down cruel and wicked monarchs.

But most will grow from seed, to bloom, to secret carrier, to dust without overt destiny or obvious work (as humans,
monsters, witches, and other things measure).

Does this make them less important? Potent? Beautiful?