Who Am I

Who am I

A flower in the wind,

Bending and blooming in every second.

The sunlight beats down on the petals,

My frail stem was weak but now grows strong.

The world of hate and dark grown to no end,

But my colorful sould lights the way.

I am a flower in the wind,

The little on the hill side of curiousity.

Pick me and i will show you the way,

The way to a better place, 

The land of beauty.

Who Am I.