Ericka

A blossomed flower

Destroyed by the rain

A flooded shower

Caused so much pain

Now there is no flower

The world is no longer sain

Oh, look at the hour

Upon the great bell tower

Time is lost

But at what cost?

The flower brought peace

The flower was a niece

A young girl full of joy

Fell in love with a boy

The boy held the power

As well as a dagger

And now you know of the flower and the rain

Please do understand what I am trying to say