Thought I'd be happy
settling as petals
when flowers bloom
humans would love
but all hands wicked
they pick and let me wither
and so I'm always left
to lament all my deaths.

Thought I'd be happy
living as a vibrant leaf
in winds I sway
to humans I am life
but gravity can't be defied
I had no choice
but to let all go
and so with rocks I'd lay
and learned to take a rest.