The Little Flower
In the same garden, side by side, two flowers began to bloom,
One, small and fragile, knew her life would be over soon.
The other, a boisterous rose, felt far superior to her friend
For she knew that she would live to see the stars and moon
Straight through to summer's end.
The little flower did not have the heart to tell her
That longevity can bring pain,
For who would be there to protect her from the elements,
The blistering sun and numbing rain.
Or perhaps an overzealous lad would clasp her in his grip
And pluck her petals one by one just for the fun of it.
And as the rose rambled on and on about all the delights she'd see
The little flower closed her eyes to dream contentedly.