There is a flower outside
The last one standing,
The last one to survive

There is a flower outside
Surrounded by fallen friends
Covered in dewdrop tears this morning

There is a flower outside
Being thrown by the wind
Battered, but alive

There is a flower outside
Downtrodden by a storm
Feeling stronger, but growing weaker

There is a flower outside
Struggling to raise its head
Dying, but not quite dead

There is a flower inside
Saved, pressed between pages
Telling its story to others for ages

circa march 2016