A pale flower grows by a wall,
Rarely touched by the sun at all.
Growing where no flower should be,
Growing where no one can see,
The delicate petals fall.

Then by chance a ray of light,
Came to brighten the flower's night.
The flower thrived under loving care,
The flower colored and grew quite fair,
It was quite a lovely sight.

The flower loved the light so much,
It's petals quivered at it's light touch.
It felt safe while the light was near,
Knowing there was nothing to fear,
And time went on as such.

Until, unfortunately, came the day,
When the light had to go away.
To leave the flower back in the gloom,
Just as the flower had become full bloom,
Under the influence of the light's soft sway.

With the light gone the flower soon failed,
Losing it's petals, again it paled.
Loosing it's strength, it began to fall,
Falling limply there, by the wall,
Where once, in the wind, it had sailed.

Laying there, thinking of the light,
The flower soon gave up the fight.
It surrendered itself back to the ground,
To let the weeds and grass and bugs surround.
Of the flower now, there is no sight.

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