• While walking through this depressing gloom,
    I spy a flower, ready to bloom.
    "Why are you here, and no other place?
    This place is empty, a lifeless face.
    Come with me, there's plenty to see!"

    It was then that the flower spoke to me.

    "This place that I know,
    This face where I grow,
    If I chose to leave,
    Then where would I go?
    This place raised me,
    This world I see
    Is all that I know,
    So why should I go?"