Her fingers struggles to push the buttons that would liberate her
from a bouquet of tainted flowers.
As she takes a moment to ponder on its splendor
She remembers the way, well….the way it made her feel somber.
Initially, it brought life to her tedious existence
She can’t help but to think how these particular flowers made her feel.
It seemed as if nothing else in this world seemed as real
As the flowers which are now wilting its way to the ground.
All the happiness she ever felt won’t reform to dust
For maybe, the only way to save these flowers
Were to put it back to where it belonged.
You see, she tried to save it, but the more she does
The more it wanted to change back to the way it was.
She kept it safe, watered it at nightfall
Sang to them underneath the spying stars.
Her tears became one with the rain
when she failed to hide the pain
after the flowers eventually, started to die.
So we are faced with the same predicament once more.
Is she to push the button that will liberate her
From what once was a beautiful bouquet of flowers?
All the gold in this world, will never replace
The way those flowers brought a smile to her face.
What keeps her going?
Knowing that soon, spring is coming!