If only I were that flower,
have the confidence not to shy or cower,
Pretty enough to charm the bees,
a life so sweet, simple, at ease,
Pretty enough to be picked for a bouquet,
Pretty like a daisy or fay.
But my stump is fat,
my roots are Ugly, my bark is brown,
my trunk hold rats.
My leaves have drowned.
My skeleton crooked, branches: soured,
I\'m trapped in this jealous tower.
Oh what I would give to be that delicate flower.