Of a Flower

As a flower opened a warm Spring day,

The colors shown brightly.

I just wanted to stay.

As I sat quietly,

I watched the little bud bloom.

I felt a burst of happiness.

There was nothing that could turn this day to gloom.

As I stayed into myself unless,

It would start to rain.

But the drops might feel nice.

The flower would feel no pain.

The beauty of the flowers has no price.

The power…

Of a flower.

E. Z.

8th Grade

Rio Vista Middle School