Pretty Little Flower

Pretty little flower, your petals so bright,

you stand slouched in the soil. 

Every morning, you extend your stem,

trying to reach towards the sun,

with no success yet.
The trees are in your way,
stealing your light so that you become weak
and struggle to stay alive.

Pretty little flower, so cold and dry,

your petals fall slowly and leave your bare face. 

It's not too long now before winter arrives,
and your struggle will come to an end.

Pretty little flower, can you see the leaves fall?
Let the warmth of the sun energize you
as you repair yourself.

Pretty little flower, can you believe it?
Be proud of yourself, you made finally it.