As more of my petals fall and I become weak
I feel something new
A new growth
My darkness turns into light
I spread my wings like I am new
I turn into a new being, just as beautiful as before

White, bright fluff pop up out from my stem
They feel as if it's floating on to me
So light and airy they form a sphere on me
A white sphere of light
I feel confidence and like I'm a new weed

One day a child is frolicking through the flower field
He skips and runs all around looking at each new sprout
I sit and wait, hoping that he'll notice me
He skips almost right past me
But... he stops
He turns and looks down at me
He crouches down and stares at me for a while

Then he reaches out his hand, just as the little girls did once before
He grabs onto my stem and ever so carefully picks me
'He picked me'
I've finally been chosen
Out of all of these flowers he chose a weed

He closes his and holds me in front of his face
I hear him mumble something under his breath
Then he puckers his mouth and blows
All of my brightness is gone
My light, my happiness, gone

I'm now dark and weak it's as if my life is repeating itself
He drops me back onto the stone cold ground
The soil is not moisturizing and damp anymore
I have no roots to help me stay strong
I'm just a weed surrounded by flowers