A flower bloomed in the little girl,
It's petals spread wide and wonderful.
It seduced her with its sweet perfume
And it seemed all year it was in bloom.
The mind and spirit tried their best to protect this precious flower,
But soon the blazing flame arrived, ready to devour.
The desperate bloom didn't know the dangers of a flame,
To her, the streaks of red and orange really seemed quite tame.
Now there is no precious flower, hidden within the girl,
There is only the flames, the reality of the world.
