Pink Petals pop Up through the top. Standing tall not bent Spreading their sweet scent. to sky They reach up high To soak sun And have fun Swaying in wind Until day’s end. Then they close back up shrink down. Safely ground. out of sight From moonlight. Asleep brush When sun rises spring once more Just be trampled Stuck floor. “This one’s missing a petal!” one stinks!” isn’t as smart she thinks!” wilt No longer standing tall. reason rise at all. Their stems now bent petals descent scent is gone dance all wrong. think were pretty Or or witty. Oh what pity!