Brooklynn's+first+poem_12

It starts as a bitty green spout Growing taller and taller It begins to get ovals and continues to get taller Sun and water is the key to make the flower continue to grow then the faint sound of people starts small and is almost a whisper rows louder and louder it also has a stomping to it and continues to get louder and louder other kids and toys are the keys to make the noise continue to grow then they

What happens to the little life in every flower when it is picked Is it left behind like a forgotten toy truck Or does it sit in the grass feeling lonely and lost Droop and fade till completely vanished Or does it begin to turn bad and stink will it be found by a kind sweet person or maybe just maybe it makes a new flower again and again

What does happen to a flower's life when picked