A flower is a beautiful sight,
When I see it in the light,
But when I have to go inside,
I’ll still see it by my side.
When I wake up in the morning,
I’ll go outside and see,
My little flower friend,
As light as it can be.
But when it starts to rain ,
I’ll have to go inside again.
I’m looking out the window pane,
I see the merry rain,
Dropping, drooping on my lane.
The End
By Ellen Vogltanz
