A small flower
Forlorn, questing,
Reaches skyward, tight-budded,
Yearning for the gentle touch
of nurturing rays.
Oh, fragile,
Trying not to drown
In the cold, relentless rain.
Bright star, I need you so,
Without you, I will shrivel and die.
Warm me, lift me skyward,
Touch me, kiss me
Open my petals,
Only you can see my colours,
Feed my heart,
Encourage me to bloom.