Small Flower Bud
A flowers small bud
Rain pouring down
Middle of field
Left alone
Holding On Tight
Roots in the ground
Holding tight grip
Being pushed down
Swung around
Up and down
All back round
Fighting for life
Not wanting to go
But waiting in this storm
You really don’t know
Win this fight?
Win this battle?
Another storm, every once in awhile
Could this be it?
Shall I go?
But in the end
I Really Don’t Know