Flower grows in rocky soil,
The hardest ground but still she bloomed,
Sir she found then potted ground,
Not to know that she’d be doomed.
Tried to grow without the rain,
Loves kisses to quench tender roots,
Hunger for drops to caress her leaves,
To steep the soil and tender shoots,
Sad her pretty blossom face,
Turned down with lonely lack of care,
Sir he watered all around,
But none for her with whom he laired.
No longer pretty, time fleetingly goes,
Disheartened flower left to die,
But someone sees the beauty still,
Takes her in, she is still alive.
A better pot and some new soil,
Flower droops a little less,
Not rains kisses, though quenching love,
Her broken heart can find some rest.
New color gleams from shining crown
Leaves growing bigger as they may,
True friends that tend her fragile heart,
She loves them more each passing day.
Flower’s pretty, Flower’s strong,
Dance and sing the day and night,
Flower has a heart that’s pure,
She’ll find a Sir who’s love is right.