One lonely flower awaits the dawn,
In a field so bare of light.
Awaits the sun to give it life,
In the cold dark of the night.

Icy winds that coldly blow,
The air is crisp and new.
The dawn brings the bird song,
To awaken the morning for you.

As the light of the day is dawning,
The lonely flower comes anew.
Each petal opens slowly,
To catch the fresh morning dew.

As the flower opens fully,
With the warmth of the sun on it's face.
Others begin to awake,
And fill natures empty space.

Sheila.