No More Rain

There once was this Baby-blue flower That I use to know If she didn’t get water There was no chance for her to grow Well, Baby-blue was planted Where no water flowed near It was only rain that fed her Hardly any came one year It left Baby-blue wilted and dying But, she pulled herself through Managing to survive On nothing more than the dew Deciding while feeling weak and uncared for Just too finally give up Along side of Baby-blue Popped sweet Buttercup By him, Baby-blue was mesmerized And felt under a trance Thinking it’s worth holding on To give life with Buttercup a chance Sweet Buttercup helped Baby-blue That back then, he did not know Just by sharing life with her He saved her from death row