Oh flower you sprout from the ground.
You took so long to grow.
Who would have known how beautiful you'd turn out.
When you're at your prettiest
a human comes and picks you out.
You cannot shout.
You have no choice .
You have no voice because all you are to them is just
They have no pity for a thing with a beautiful look
I mean some might say nice things to catch you on their
Look around and you will see that this flower could be,
you and me.