The beautiful flower

I see sunshine on a sad day.

It always somehow creeps out of the clouds in its own way.

I always love it when it stays so it can shine away the evil gray.

The sun warms me and my skin, thats why I choose to let it in.

It cleanses my soul with in every part, and it always gives me a reason for my new life to start.

As I begin to sprout my nice green leaves, I see how beautiful everything looks, even the green trees.

With plenty of water for me to grow, my soul constantly wants to praise and throw. 

My beautiful pedals are nice and colorful, I know now that my life can fulfiill.