From a seed
To spurt of green
Then spread out wings of petals
The flower thought
That humans were the softest,
The kindest of all
That until
She was plucked out
The flower thought
That her beauty ensured her
A place in this world
That until
Her petals became rough
Her colors grew dull
And her fragrance long gone
The flower thought
That humans were
Loving and caring
That until
She was left to wither and die
After she grew old
A trash can
Was were she was thrown
In her new now old home
The flower was mere
2 days old
