Change

I bloom in the sun with friends around me
but then something happens really suddenly
i'm pulled from my roots and taken somewhere strange
i'm not used to it, and I don't like the change

in a glass vase with people I don't know
the sun is on me but I just cant glow
others start to wither so I try to be strong
but its hard to last in this vase for too long

petals fall to the ground, brown and barely red
now the all flowers but me are dead
i know I can't make it another day
but it won't be over without my last say

my stem is discolored but I still can see
that others are coming just like me
there vibrant and bright
but its ironic, they're full of life