• I hid myself in the shade.
    Like a flower trying to bloom.
    I had difficulties growing and so
    Began to wilt

    Than someone came around
    They gently removed me roots and all
    From the shade and ultimitly death.

    They placed me in a giant thing
    It is known as a barrel i believe
    That is what they say.

    It is a warm spot
    In the shining sun.
    I was saved.

    I am still so young.
    I grow everyday

    There are still slight signs of wilting with the small spots of greyy
    Sleeping away i know.
    That even in the snow I grow.