this flower bloomed 

in the shittiest of pastures

but this flower bloomed

yeah, this flower bloomed.

this flower bloomed

by the family tree

obscuring the Sun

leaving near none

for that flower,

that flower, me—

but this flower bloomed.

yeah, this flower bloomed.

this flower bloomed,

home to a caterpillar,

its hammock cocoon—

and this flower bloomed,

yeah,

that butterfly flew.