The Lonely Flower

The wind blows

Trees shake

I'm all alone

in the hot sun

While the others laugh

and play around

I sit here

without a sound

The wind blows

Trees shake

I'm all alone

in the winter air

I can feel the cold

creep into my petals

As the warmth leaves,

so does my smile

I am empty in this world

I feel left out

forgotten

unheard

All alone

a blank canvas

I miss

My color