THE FLOWER
In the springtime,
the first flower blooms-
You watered my heart
with love so new.
In the summer,
I grew, became me-
You warmed with the sun,
a flower from a seed.
In the autumn,
coldness was near-
The flower was dying,
dropping petals like tears.
In the winter,
my heart covered with snow-
Waiting for spring,
and another chance to grow.