Little flower opened his eyes
Looked to the sky and then he cried
The warm dewdrops fell to ground
Its dripping sound was heard all around
He felt so low, so small
He looked to the tree, standing tall
It looked so grand, so proud, so high
The little flowers let out a sigh
A butterfly was passing by
Saw his tears and asked him why
He told her that, trying not to cry
â??Iâ??m so small, others so high
Iâ??m so small and low on ground
Others are high, look all around.â??
â??I canâ??t bear this,â?? he said with a sigh
â??I donâ??t want live, I wish to die.â??
The wind sprang up suddenly from behind
With all her power, she started to grind
Everything that came in her way
â??Good lord!â?? was all the flower could say.
He bent his stem and started to bow
The wind would leave him and he knew how
Closing his eyes he touched the ground
After a few moments, he heard a crashing sound
The shrill wind ceased to blow
In himself, he felt a flow
Rising up he looked around
To see what made that thunderous sound
Looking around he found
The mighty tree had fell to ground.
Shocked by this, he thanked the Lord
Who had saved him from that savage horde
Crying and praying, he felt a breeze
Felt his heart stop and his blood freeze
Smiling, the wind started to slow
Bent down to whisper this
She said in a voice so low
â??Understand that your little life is bliss.â??
She turned around and went away
Never again to come that way
And the little flower remembered this
His â??littleâ?? life was bliss
He determined to struggle and to try
To his life, for now he didnâ??t want to die.
