Flower

• Bella Forlano, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2022

It was melting hot
All it wanted was a drop,
Cool fresh water on its petals,
just not to feel like heavy metal
one withered petal fell to the floor
Then soon there was more
The blood red petals began to die
Now the same colour as the sky
Then the head fell to the floor,
Just like a soldier after war,
Holding on for bare life
Like a stab wound of a knife
Tonight we will hope and pray
And tomorrow hopefully we will see rain.