Petunia of a garden
The ray broke his dream,
"Good morning life supreme"
The neighbours were no where to be seen,
He himself was a weak teen,
In a garden full of unknown,
He was one petunia on his own,
Visitors unnoticed his sweetheart smile,
Tired and thirsty after a while,
Woke up another night,
Saw the others tearing with fright,
"One more day, and we all be compost,
New flowers for the old ones cost,"
He still slept with content ,
The petunia was hopeful intent,
Another day to please the sun,
Now, Petunia was only the one.