A spring flower struggles for height
It’s not like the pretty daffodils;
No one comments it for its might.
A spring flower shows promise
It does not shine red like others
and someone’s eyes it’ll miss.
A spring flower sticks out a leaf
It shouts saying “pick me, pick me!”
But no one gives it death in a wreath.
A spring flower is the only one
Ugly and stained alone in brown ground;
It’s solely still drawing sun.