It was such a beautiful flower.
A flower that once was standing tall,
but is not anymore.
A flower that didn’t care what people said,
and would just follow as its heart-led.
A flower that didn’t like to be pushed around not even by the wind.
A flower that was so confident to do as it willed.
It was a flower that lived by a code to-’always be yourself.’
But now wonders, how to be who it doesn’t know itself.
"you are such a beautiful flower" it would say,
every night before it went a stray.