Flower To the Tree

The flower said to the tree one day Why is it you are always in my way I do my best to grow in this clay Why is it you have nothing to say The flower was very upset and mad Wanting back the sunlight it had Early in the spring it was never sad The tree grew leaves and was being bad The flower hollered to the tree real loud Hey you with your head up in the cloud With all them leaves it is quite a crowd Something I know you are very proud The tree finally heard the flower squeak Seen that it was now pale and bleak Even though its' language sounded greek It spread the leaves and gave the sun a peak