A flower does not beg to blossom
A flower does not beg to be seen
A flower does not ask for your help
For it is only in weather
that her destiny is dealt
A flower does not beg for glue
She embraces her falling stems
from just one to a few
And she ages in grace
Enjoying the season in pace
Until she dies from the earths demand
And the bee's honor her
by spreading her pollen
throughout the land