A Flowers Ballad

Like a flower in a book, longing to be adored
I lay and stretch over testaments of life and love before

Like a rock amidst a rolling river, even in the coldest storm
I'll never fret or shiver

Like the morning sun unaffected by the night,
I just want to wake up and greet the world with my light

Clouds come through that make the forecast change
And the sky cries tears that could bring a stone pain

But as the rust recedes the once shiny metal,
It may change and adapt but it will never settle

Content with life as she'll ever be
She doesn't ask questions she just wants to be free

Appreciated and loved for all that she is
No matter how much it rains or how dark she is

Put faith in mother nature-- and she'll make sure the earth turns
Be thankful for your life despit how much it burns

Observe her ways and learn how she's built
There is truly no difference between you and the flower that wilts

Live in love and beauty for as long as you can
Don't depreciate your value fuckin around with the master plan

When the flower starts to parish, and the petals crumble
She never questions her existence but instead remains humble

She provided beauty while she was graced to see the earth
But now pressed in my novel, to forever be adored