She’s a wild flower A species so rare No place she calls home She despised her silhouette Even once tried to erase Her very own shadow under the sun Oh yet, Life has decided To give her a second chance She just found a place For her to show her petals Where creatures would feed off her She has just about to bloom And declare significance Yet the evil wind tosses her away Life, for her, Is just about to start. Yet, The thunderstorm is drifting her apart.