I woke up at five to see,
A little flower waiting for me.
Just outside my room's window,
On a quiet tall, and bushy willow.
It danced along the breeze happily,
As if asking me to join too!
So I stretched my arms to get it in,
Oh god, but I wish I knew!
That it would turn out to be a sin.
I brought the flower inside,
And asked it to dance with me.
But it just said nothing rather sighed,
Thinking it was tiring, I let it be.
The next morning I visited it again,
Just to find it dying in pain.
"Oh, poor flower, how should I save you. How should I dance just the wanted me to?"
But it said just said nothing,
For its breath had been taken away.
I woke up at five just to see,
A little dead flower who died for me.