Arise, for there are flowers

There she was,

Lying on the the grass,

Making mixed tears,

Reminising towards the past.

She looks to her left, then her right,

Still the same field,

Since that night.

Then rises the brinks of dawn,

Still she was

Lying flat, in the lawn,

Although armored,

Her heart still has chinks,

She was overly swayed

By the way he thinks.

She then arose from her conflicting thoughts.

Then appear some beautiful pots.

The lady next door!

The kindest lady to the core.

The pots she brought are holding the most appealing of flowers,

The lady says, "You can only pick one."

The lady has:

Red, Pink, Yellow, Orange, Green, Blue, Violet, Brown, Black, Purple, White, Silver, and Gold

The girl had to think long and hard before making her decision.

For chosing one carefully could drastically change her future,

And her vision.