Don't you see me?

Sitting here under the tree.

Waiting for the warmer weather

So, I can finally be free.

Listening to all you have to say.

Waiting eagerly for you to notice

That I do excite.

But all you see is the lotus

That's flouting in the pond behind me.

Like I am a thin sheet of glass

For no one to see or hear

But my chance came in class.

For all to see and hear me.

I saw you look up

Form that paper on your desk.

Though I was hidden behind your cup.

Sadly, I must move one.

So, this is me saying goodbye

To all that could have been.

Oh, please don't cry.