Beneath my feet I Stand on my toes. 
Like a wildflower The wind tickling my nose
A stem that's fragile But thick as it grows
Silly little flower Thinks she's a rose
But
A stem so bendy it curls like a Q
"where are my thorns?" I want them to
But silly little wildflower You should just be you 
Unforgettable forgetmenot The mark you made true