there once was a flower

There once was a flower,

Growing in the grass.

Standing small and pretty,

It was blooming on a path.

The path is a circle,

Round and round it goes.

A sad place for a flower,

Whose spot this was to grow.

Footsteps come around,

Overlooking where they tread.

Landing on the flower,

Causing it to bend.

Slowly it would rise,

Ever trying to be straight.

Attempts to lift itself,

Harder with each passing weight.

Tragic for the flower,

On this unfortunate track.

Inevitable a fate,

As the footsteps cycle back.

Pressed into the ground,

Stepped on too many times.

No longer to be found,

For no longer could it rise.