Little Yellow Flower

Lounging in your vase Basking in the morning sun

Hidden on the windowsill A barrier of blinds and glass The only solids protecting you

Stay your forward gaze Though a screaming hand Makes your petals shiver

Cute Little Yellow Flower Tucked in neatly In your vase How long will you stare Avoiding Parch's beckoning

Bright Little Yellow Flower Your water will be switched Soon you'll need to grow some thorns Or be torn by conceited wit

Shed your browning leaves Keep your green stem straight What's a life without displeasure To keep refining your grace