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Wrote this a few days ago but I was unsure about it so I went back and tried to revise a bit and here it is! Hope you like it!!

Bloom

A flower once sat

A flower once sat Alone in the grass

A flower once sat Alone in the grass Surrounded by a sea of comrades

A flower once sat Alone in the grass Surrounded by a sea of comrades Who never once gave the flower

A flower once sat Alone in the grass Surrounded by a sea of comrades Who never once gave the flower The time of day

When this flower bloomed

When this flower bloomed It stood delighted and divine

When this flower bloomed It stood delighted and divine But there were many times

When this flower bloomed It stood delighted and divine But there were many times When this flower brought itself down

When this flower bloomed It stood delighted and divine But there were many times When this flower brought itself down And didn’t bother to bloom at all

There were days when this flower

There were days when this flower Closed in on itself

There were days when this flower Closed in on itself When it shied away from the sun

There were days when this flower Closed in on itself When it shied away from the sun And it’s head hung low

These were days

These were days When this flower couldn’t be bothered

These were days When this flower couldn’t be bothered To bloom

But sometimes morning rose

But sometimes morning rose And so did the flower

But sometimes morning rose And so did the flower It’s stem stood tall

But sometimes morning rose And so did the flower It’s stem stood tall Petals reached for the light

But sometimes morning rose And so did the flower It’s stem stood tall Petals reached for the light And it bloomed

But sometimes morning rose And so did the flower It’s stem stood tall Petals reached for the light And it bloomed Above the grass

But sometimes morning rose And so did the flower It’s stem stood tall Petals reached for the light And it bloomed Above the grass At its full height

But now

But now When rain falls

But now When rain falls Or when the sun shines

But now When rain falls Or when the sun shines When the wind blows

But now When rain falls Or when the sun shines When the wind blows Or when it’s calm and quiet

Deep in this meadow

Deep in this meadow Surrounded by a billion blades of grass

Deep in this meadow Surrounded by a billion blades of grass And yet completely alone

Deep in this meadow Surrounded by a billion blades of grass And yet completely alone There is a flower

Deep in this meadow Surrounded by a billion blades of grass And yet completely alone There is a flower Grown weary

Deep in this meadow Surrounded by a billion blades of grass And yet completely alone There is a flower Grown weary Simply too tired to bloom

It has long since stopped blooming

It has long since stopped blooming No longer able to reach the sun

It has long since stopped blooming No longer able to reach the sun Once when this flower stood tall

It has long since stopped blooming No longer able to reach the sun Once when this flower stood tall It could reach high above the grass

But the grass has grown much further

But the grass has grown much further Too high for the flower to reach

But the grass has grown much further Too high for the flower to reach And instead it droops

But the grass has grown much further Too high for the flower to reach And instead it droops So low to the ground

But the grass has grown much further Too high for the flower to reach And instead it droops So low to the ground That its fragile stem

But the grass has grown much further Too high for the flower to reach And instead it droops So low to the ground That its fragile stem Threatens to snap

This flower once believed it could reach for the sun

This flower once believed it could reach for the sun It could enrapture the light

This flower once believed it could reach for the sun It could enrapture the light But days came when it couldn’t be bothered to bloom

This flower once believed it could reach for the sun It could enrapture the light But days came when it couldn’t be bothered to bloom And one day that flower

This flower once believed it could reach for the sun It could enrapture the light But days came when it couldn’t be bothered to bloom And one day that flower Chose to stay on the ground.

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