This life is filled with sad, droopy flowers
They need water to stand high and air to breathe
Oh, the pain and torture they devour
Sad, droopy flowers are like a flyleaf

Dandelions, lively during summer
Okay during spring, decent in the fall
Die in the winter, oh what a ******
I suppose it’s an unorthodox call

Living the life that is given to them
Accepting their flaws and differences
A week thread that holds the petals, like a hem
A mask, that holds in their unique appearances

Although some flowers stand brave and tall
It is just as human life after all