The little flower
A happy little flower
Opened up as the sun
Gave its morning wishes,
In this cool, early hour.
A lovely lady, local
Came upon the flower:
"Oh, how pretty!" she said,
As she plucked herself a petal.
The flower smiled at her
As she turned her back to leave.
The flower felt lonely,
But tried its best not to grieve.
A cautious woman, careful,
Crept slowly to the flower:
"Poor thing, darling," she said
As she plucked herself a petal.
The flower wondered why
She also crept away;
"Please," the flower begged
Unheard, "come back and stay".
A pretty princess, wattle
Strung crown upon her head-
"What an ugly flower!" she said
As she plucked every last petal.
The flower now understood
The cruelty of another.
As the flower looked upwards,
Its last friend had gone, day had passed-
The little flower drooped and withered.