Petite little flower
Gazed by an overwhelming sun
The equivalent to an ant and a man
And still this sun is a goddess
Flourishing life to us all

Petite little flower
Lives in a city of smoke
Where steel is idolized
And rubber part of its core
What a strange world to live in

Petite little flower
Every season is a gift
Though winter may seem far from it
We all need our rest
And with such beauty comes the best

Petite little flower
What journey that lays ahead
Even when the journey is stand tall where you were born
And let the world be impressed
Maybe one day you will be in a bouquet