POEM - A Happy Flower
It stood tall,
Even
In the wet rain.
It smiled,
Waiting for the sun.
That flower,
That happy flower,
Waited patiently,
For something that never came.
Why, oh why,
Was it always so happy?
Why was it's joy in vain?
The sun,
It never came.
It never came,
To greet the one
Waiting for it
And now, because of that,
The poor flower
Has died, still smiling.
Smiling, forever more.
