The sun beams in the sky

baby seeds scatter and fly

the wind carries them to their home

where they will learn to become grown

until the clouds converge

and rain will submerge

the breeze will turn fierce

and children separate from peers

one will fall amongst the leaves

and will soon misperceive

that he will grow the same trees

but he will soon be displeased

the shells crack and out buds soar

sprouts that will soon achieve more

three inches turns to feet

while the one remains meek

he ponders his height

and soon develops fright

why is it that he is falling behind

while all the others thrive?

their petals bloom yellow

and they gaze adoringly at the sun aglow

he wishes he could stand beside them

but his petals turn red and he stays condemned

earth makes a revolution therefore

spring arrives once more

new seeds plant themselves down

to replace those that left their town

he stays quiet, petals wither

the colors losing their vigor

the others around him grow

new colors starting to show

he expects them to soar higher

yet sits in shock and feels his petals develop their fire

they gaze at the sky with him

no longer is he in their shadow dim

to his left, a pink forms

lighter than his own

but the petals curve the same

and he no longer feels shame

their voices meet together in a symphony

and he realizes an epiphany

he is no longer lost amongst strangers

he is found amidst friends