sitting amongst the flowers

I sit amongst the flowers,

because they are pretty,

Maybe I will be pretty too.

I sit amongst the flowers,

others stop and notice them,

Maybe I will be noticed too.

I sit amongst the flowers,

some try to pick them,

Maybe they will pick me too.

I sit amongst the flowers,

fall comes and strips them nude,

But here I still sit,
 I am glad I am not a flower,
are you?

-AG