There was once a little girl
innocent as youth
she wondered in the gardens
her hand grazed the waters
she passed the white flowers
their petals sweet
as a butterflies kiss
she passed the yellow flowers
sour yet soft
like a brush of lemon skin
she passed the pink flowers
primped and perfect
she began to question her beauty
she passed the red flowers
bolder and bigger
they shadowed her youth
she passed the green flowers
they were brushing against her
forcing her to turn to another path
she passed the black flowers
they were thorny and kept a tight hold on her
she struggled and struggled to free herself
finally the thorns cut her enough that she fell to the ground
and one single white flower grew out of her back