My little flower, still a seed planted gently in the ground. Soaking up the water Basking in soft, most soil waiting. Sprouting surely, you only teethe through the dirt. Youβre no flower yet, But I know your bud will bloom.
Your petals will be bright and lush; your stem so green and strong. You only peek through the soil, but there are careless feet and snarling animals to take you away. But never worry, Iβll stand near and keep the weeds at bay.