A flower sways upon a rolling hill
Basking in the sun
She has quenched her thirst with the morning dew
And her day has just begun

The flower stands tall and proud of her petals
As they compliment the meadow
When suddenly upon the hill
She sees a dancing shadow

A young child comes frolicing toward her
And upon her petals the child stares
She pulls her face up to the flower's eye
And envelops it within her hairs

The child caresses her nose upon the petals
and takes a giant whiff
The flower fears what could possibly happen
And her stem becomes stiff

The child wraps her hand around the flower's base
And thrusts upward with a pluck
The flower has been free'd from the ground
And is no longer stuck

Her beauty has brought a child happiness
But at what cost?
Taken from her home
The flower is now lost

In the distance the child's mother is calling
And the child beings to sprint towards the voice
The flower slips through the child's fingers
And she leaves it behind by choice

The flower travels with the wind
Gliding through the sky
The sight is so beautiful
Who knew flowers could fly

The gust of wind softens
And she falls back to the grass
She lay there taking it all in
Back home alas

She realizes she has little time
Before her petals wither away
So she lay there basking in the sun
Enjoying her last day

She does not groan or weep
But glances at the leaves on the trees
For a flower without water
Can still feel the breeze