I think I will not be there
To see a flower be less that fair
A flower whose hungry mouth looks up
To see the shining sun above
A flower that grows more than a mile
To open her petals with a smile
In spring, the flower will become
A bee's and insect's lovely home
As the water rains down to meet
The flower's beautiful greet
A flower is the most fair
When there are humans who truely care
Cathy Zhang
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/flowers-122/
