A Flower

Far in the woods,

There is a flower standing all alone,

Oh, it is waiting for the passers by.

It is stooping every moment in the hope of standing high.

Every hope, every dream is shattered;

As someone waters it, it goes high,

But again comes crashing down when there are all woven lies.

The flower doesn't seem to stop trying,

And trusts onto the onlookers guided by the sky.

Well, it waits to get a little push to smile with joy.

And then the morning dew sprinkled by the sky,

It blooms dancing to fly,

In the hope of not getting beaten under any other lie.