Yellow petals sprout from a green center
Dozens weave and joined together

Chills and cold break cracked and dry
Yellow fades and seed does fly

Each brown seed snatched by a gust
Far away from those they trust

Left is but a shriveled shell
Lone and lost the day it fell
Buried in white poor lonely stem
Dead and dead since loosing them

But warmth does break and seed does grow
Bright and quick then, as you know

Then yellow does the center bore
And dozens weave together once more.

"Happy Flowers" by young Loryn Rosel, age 8
to High Lord Barrick Rosel, father