The Flower I Admired

It rained, 

And I said to myself, "Can't go out,

I'll get wet."

So I wait.

Then comes winter,

And it was cold.

Who wants to get cold?

So I stayed -- again.

The days grew warmer,

Well, it was summer.

This time I did went out.

Only to fall and blackout.

I spent the rest of the days confined

in my zone;

Alone.

Finally came the autumn.

No rain, no cold.

No worry to fall on floor.

I jumped out and ran.

But I waS too late.

The flowered I admired was gone.

Gone in the hands who were not afraid

of rains