Grew up to be the most beautiful of them all,
Look how you bloom with glow,
You were meant to lighten and fragrant the world,
Not to end up with dirt so rogue.

Dirt might seem fascinating unless you lose your glow,
It's a force of nature, you learn once you face a loss.
The flower would soon lose all the gloom,
The cruelty of the dirt will rot what once used to bloom.