The Wind hooked me in,
And took me where I sleep.
As a little seed,
I dreamed of dreaming dreams.
More and more I grew,
I looked like a flower with dew.
Swaying with the calming breeze.
Blinded by my own greed.
Then plucked by someone,
Oh, the cries I SCREAMED!
They ignored me, tis I am just a flower,
there is no fight in me.
 
My petals reached for the Wind
wincing for it to take me
the little girl’s grasp grew stronger
She shows a person me
And says my colors are exquisite!
a deepish red of beauty!
I do not know what that means.
The anger grew inside of me
like you could not believe!
how dare this girl take me!
WHERE ARE YOU MY WIND?!
I want you back!
Do not go away from me...
Oh, this place is scary!
Each petal is then plucked.
 
I then wake from that terrible dream.
Dear me,
look at my petals!
How did I come to be?
I am human!
A being filled with glee!
The deep fire to ignite my feelings!
I feel free!
The pages of my mind are filling up in strange tongues,
As I lay under a pine tree.
I feel the breeze press my pen
My mind found the Wind’s key!
 
I see my friends
laughing with me.
In a place with warm foods and faces.
To my horror, I see a dying red flower!
A single tear is dropped,
As I mourn with great sorrow.
The pain is then followed.
My friends see this
and took that delicate flower
To give it to me.
They hug me tightly.
I feel a breeze,
Could it be?
The wind has found me!
 
My emotions are different from the rest.
Unstable as I learned,
Like the Wind appressed.
The fires inside me still yearned!
The Wind swayed me with it's breeze,
But my pen will not stop!
My changes will seize.
Just like a balloon pop.
It wants me to feel,
Not what was not lost,
But what I can do to heal.
To think of life as a coin toss.
I cry knowing this is a goodbye
I hear a faint whistle.
The wind begins to make my tears fly.
This isn’t a goodbye my child.
This is the life where I claim you again as mine.
I love you, my dear.
The flower of Red begins to come alive once again.