Little flower has been watered
Its infectious smile spreads across the earth
Awakening the sun from its slumber
Making the furious clouds jealous
And planning a coup.
My little flower smiles not
It looks pitifully sad as its yellow blooms tear in bits
Captured by the angry winds, clouds and rain,
I stand helpless seeing my little yellow flower
Standing at the center of the winds and crying,
Crying for help and looking into my face.
I can see the disappointment on its face.
I can see the mud covering its eyes,
And its feeling of betrayal as it sinks into the ground.
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia ©2014.
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