A cloak of crimson petals
Unfurled for all to see
A strong and steady stem
Contented just to be

But when the wind ruffles
Her boisterous feathers
Roaring mighty fierce
And escaping rusty tethers

The petals are agitated
From their home they stray
The stem with thorns
Begins to wither away

The bees and the birds
Have deserted the one
With its beauty flown off
And its radiance undone

Little girl,
Will you do the same?
Take off and leave,
Quitting the game?