A flower once lay upon the grass
Loved by all, hated by none
Flowed in the wind everyday
One day it started to come out
Further and further each day
One day a girl was walking by
She was having a bad day
She was mad and angry
She wanted revenge
Not on the flower, by on life
She plucked the flower from the grass
She threw it in the road
She marched away feeling slightly better
The flower was dying, alone with no one
With all the people who loved it, no one would save it
But one child, just a baby
Crawled away from its guardian
Not too far
It picked up the flower
And put it back in its whole
Planted it back in, and crawled back to its guardian
The baby had no idea that it needed the help, the flower
But it saw something out of place and wanted to help
We should all be more like the baby and less like the little girl