We, I
Am like a flower
When it rains
The flower grows with pain
When the suns shining
The flower prays for happiness
When the wind blows
The flower hides from the bleakness it sees
When bugs eat it
The flower crys in violation and embarressment
When the gardener picks the weeds
The flower feels a moment of safety
But that wont last for long
If the rain stopped and the sun and the wind and the bugs and the garderners and everything else
The flower would die
We would die
I would die
You would think we, I, the flower would be better
But we wouldnt even be alive at all
