A boy of a young age
A boy with an oddish ability
A boy who lives in a pleasant glade
A boy of amity and serenity
Born to a family of gardeners
Who're madly obsessed with nature
His parents were entirely bonkers
To have him was a complete rapture
With the knowledge about flora
This boy discovered his power
He can transform with serene aura
To limited flowers he wonders
Sometimes he's a Hyacinth
Bulbous yet aromatic
Makes me wonder, makes me think
He's actually charismatic
One time, he was a Narcissus
Also known as daffadowndilly
He seeks solitude, seeks recluse
Don't ever be like that, silly!
In the darkest of days
He became an Arum flower
Depicts a corpse and sorrow, they say
And he had a very stinky odor
In the brightest of times, I observed
He chose to be an Aster plant
A daisy-like fall-blooming herb
To stay human for long? He just can't
When the Lady found him
He hesitantly agreed to go
Leaving his parents and quite solemn
To meet the others, you know
Before he left his humble home
And to remind him of his early life
Chadwick took a handful of its loam
Kept it in a pot and sleeps there every night
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