Some flowers like sunflowers stand tall and proud While others, like daisies, lay low in a crowd There are flowers that put on a show The moment their first petals grow Like the rose, who’s beautiful, and wants us to know

There is one though that is unique Somewhat difficult to seek Who blooms on one specific night By the moon’s bright silver light Opening herself to the world’s gaze Disappearing before the sun’s rays

From one day to the next, her appearance is unchanged But life for this solitary flower will never be the same. Now she has seen the night and the light, she has decided to stay back inside, to hide, between her petals, wrapped up tight And like all the other flowers, that choice is her right.