I look around the flowery meadow,
And my eyes caught a single bloom.
I can't really say how I found it,
Cause with all the others there was no room.
The saphire petals were covered with others,
It looked like it hadn't any room to have a breathe.
It didn't get much sunlight,
It was living, but close to death.
The anger grew inside me,
The other blooms hogged the light.
I had to help the little flower,
I had to do what's right.
I grabbed the stems of the others,
And pulled them one by one.
The deed was taking over me,
I stopped when the job was done.
I looked around to see my work,
And I stood in pure awe.
Besides that little tiny blossom,
The entire flowery meadow was gone.