Come here shy petal, you've fallen far.
By such wicked weather, you're as black as tar
Unusual perhaps, but opportune all the same
A mishap following vast potential to be tamed.
Quench your thirst little seedling, I am here
You know not of greed, yet hold a destiny of treasure
If only you see as I do your life of glory
I hid my withering as you start your story
Little tree my time is at its end
If there's any regret is that we have long since met
I heard of miraculous tales of the ones with your name
Warmth and happiness floods me at all that unwanted fame
I bid you goodbye and draw my final breath
I feel a hand in mine, it's time to greet death