Bright and Colourful,

Attracting butterflies and bees,

Fragrant and gentle,

Galant and mild.

Being wet in the rain,

Withering all it’s flaws,

Being fragile and broken,

Trying to stand alone.

The Children in the park,

Running to and fro,

Trying to win,

Each game they play.

A flower so lonely,

Staring alone,

While she starts to lay,

Her last breath

Smiling with colour,

Seeing the beauty she brought,

Withers away,

With a sigh so cold.