The Flower

Do you see it?

The little yellow flower,

Blooming despite the cold.

It lives loudly and proudly,

Never apologizing for who it is.

It lives through the rainy days,

Basks in the sunny days,

And stands out most on the cloudy days.

This little flower lived outside my window,

In the little garden across the way.

This past week when I looked over,

All I saw were its wrinkled leaves,

Brown and dying.

When I looked around it though,

The other flowers were bursting to life all around it,

With their bright pinks, oranges, and yellows,

Although the yellow flower is no more,

There is still color in the world to be seen.