Once upon a lively hour
there grew a sprightly flower
But before I can rightly say sprightly
the flower struggled daily and nightly.
Trapped under the ground in a seed
it wanted only to be freed.
So it pushed and sought for the top
to live with the other crop.
But to no avail the flower did remain
to struggle until the next rain.
Alone in a field today
a flower peaked above in dismay.
But why should it be sad?
Its hardships had made it mad.
When the sun shone bright
the flower grew in spite
and became a plant of bad.