The Lonely flower made some friends
But she stayed lonely
For her loneliness would never come to an end
Her friend, the Sun
And her friend, the Moon
Were surrounded by constellations
How could a flower ever wish to fit in?
She could only imagine
How nice it would be to get along with the constellations
But they shone for the Moon and lived for the Sun
The Sun shone brightly during the day
And aloud the Moon to shine during the night
All this made the flower pray,
That they would look her way
And they did.
The Lonely flower, foolish and rash
Assumed she was no longer lonely
But her heart, once again turned to ash
For some constellations showed empathy,
Trying to make her fit in
And some ignored her
Paying attention to only the Sun and the Moon
Her heart would always burn and turn to ash in the end
But she still had friends
For when the constellations were too busy shining
The flower noticed the way the Sun was burning
And she noticed the way the Moon was yearning
They both just needed a kin
Perhaps they would make the flower lonely sometimes
But they would also make the Lonely flower loved and needed
So the flower would forgive them for those lonely times