I have an interesting flower in my garden,
One that is the embodiment of beauty, but refuses, strangely,
To accept its wondrous colours.

I have an interesting flower in my garden,
That sprouts some throrns sometimes.
They ***** me, and I bleed,
But my constantly beaming flower,
Always has a comeback.

Some days my little flower wilts,
With guilt and the feeling,
That many have come and stomped on her.
But still my evergreen flower,
Overgrows and blooms beyond.

I have an interesting flower in my garden,
Whose scent gives me air.
A sweet wallowing nectar,
Flows past her ocean of petals...
And to my little flower,
I appear a loving bee.