Flower, flower, flower.
O' you fragile little blossom.
No one admitted you bloomed too early –
but the cruel cold chilled your petals
and left you shivering in frosty winds.
They weren't ready for you
and now, when, you're fading away
they don't even notice, but being
ignored seems even worse –
who'd have thought of that?
Your core screams out in silent failure
because you're crying inside for all
that you will never be able to achieve –
You bloomed too early and now they're
laughing at you as you fall.
Someone should have told you to
wait, just that little bit longer.
Humanity wasn't ready for your beauty:
Too busy destroying themselves
to accept something better.