Little flowers outside my window grow. <br />Shades of fushia and violet, in the warm year they flourish. <br />Through autumn's heavy breeze they remain, <br />and in the end bow to winter's frost. <br />Little flowers, I shall see them again in verdant spring. <br />Though time and season change, they always come back to me.<br /><br />Samantha Ashley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/little-flowers/
