Ode To A Wilting Flower

A distraught and bent flower remembers happier days. She had seen it coming once that wierd kid had picked her up she knew she was in trouble the way he flinged her around like a TREE she was no tree she was flower and she was very proud fact. She knew she had led a god life she had grown many pedals, but those pedals had grown up and she didn't see them much anymore. She looked again at the classroom maybe it was for the best at least she would die from being snapped instead of something dreadful like not being watered. And again the Distraught bent flower looked out at the students shouting and laughing and for one more time before her imminent death she remembered happier days.