An Unknown Flower

From the earth she stood bold and tall,
Her wings spread out ready to stroll.
Protected by these well-built walls,
Her abode – lonely and dark halls.
The winter winds, the freezing chill
Covers her with snow, her mind still.

Her voice so soft, a lullaby
Of one's grief and melancholy.
Her petals were once crimson red,
Turned to dusty brown – hue of dread.
She would have flown again so high.
But she knows that this scheme may die.

She awaits for the light's gentle kiss,
Moments of paradise and bliss.
Full of glamour, she misses that,
When all heads turn and say, "Who's that?"
In the red carpet, there she strolls.
From the earth she stood bold and tall.