Blooming flowers

A flower in the forrest
once alone
Isnt blooming into
a beautiful rose

It once was alone
It had no other flowers
to feel its sorrow
it felt there may not be a tomorrow

The flower was dying
drooping towords the ground
very young
very weak

The flower made
a huge mistake
it fears it may be wrong
It the risk it chose to take

It may now crumble
Or will crumble another
It fears that the most
It could be a lover

The lover was fine
all in the end
the rose then felt beautiful
It had a happy end.