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