At break of day, <br />When, with pearly white light, <br />The sun <br />Comes out to play, <br />I unfold my petals <br />To catch the light, <br />And bloom, <br />Just for your pleasure, <br />Throughout the day. <br /> <br />But at night, <br />When the light <br />Has gone, and <br />I can only see <br />The shine of the moonlight, <br />And it is time for me to sleep, <br />I do not mourn nor weep, <br />But simply fold my petals in, <br />And, with the kiss of the air of night, <br />I sleep. <br /> <br />Scarlett Treat <br />June 9,2008<br /><br />Scarlett Treat<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-life-of-a-flower-2/
