The Little Flower Girl

Once upon a time,

there was a little girl.

Tiny as a thumb,

and fair as pearl.

Not really human,

nor ghostly scary,

the young girl was truly

a little fairy.

She rejoiced in the sun,

lived on a flower.

Danced happily with wings ,

In the rainy shower.

Under the blue, wide sky,

upright she stood.

‘Flower’ was her house,

honey was her food.

The big, bright sunflower,

Looking at the sun,

was the home of the girl

where she stayed with fun.

She sat on the flower,

danced on the petals.

Played on the leaves,

slept on the sepals.

The sunflower gave her

love so sweet.

From the sunflower –honey

she herself did treat.

Free was her soul

like a peaceful dove .

Immersed was the angel

in the sunflower’s love.

But one peculiar nature

the sunflower had,

which was loathed by the girl,

considered BAD.

Whenever the girl tried

to talk to other girls.

The sunflower got angry

it’s petal curls.

Many little birds

wanted to sing to her.

But the sunflower would shoo them

with its petal fur.

For the sunflower’s policy

Of ‘ Friendship Restricted’.

The little flower girl

stayed isolated.

For the little girl’s happiness

sunflower did’nt care a bit.

It only wanted the girl

To spend time with it.

For the loving sunflower’s

‘stubborness.’

The sunflower’s incessant love

went in mess.

But to know the world

the girl was really curious.

So one day she became

very furious.

In a far-away land,

She could see.

There was a bright Red Rose

where she could be.

So she flapped her wings,

opened her heart to see.

From the sunflower finally

she set herself free.

Away from the sunflower,

she went away,

and sat on the rose

which was loving and gay.

The red rose gave her

all that she wanted.

Along with loads of love,

freedom was granted.

Now she danced with the birds,

in joy she blends.

With other little angels

she made new friends.

In happiness and love

the little girl froze.

Happily ever after,

she stayed with the rose.