Everlasting
You wake up in the morning light, stretching your woolly arms to be rested. Straightening
your spineless back, to be taller than what you are. Small but strong, you gaze still at
the surroundings, waiting for the offers of today. Humbled by the buzzing bee, he flies
above and taunts you for your lack of beauty. But courage always forbade him to take your
growing sweets. But other days your kindness makes you weak; allowing the ants to pick
your leaves to make their homes strong. Nobel you feel, for you know a part you is
protecting lives. But when the night comes, you tend to be daring; reaching to the dark
sky, so you could be one of the many stars.
How you wish to be a part of someones life, you shall not care of being picked, even if it
slowly takes away your life. For even when you leave the ground your consistency will show,
your color stays bright and your hide will not dry. In your name it was always known, that
you are an everlasting flower.
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