There once stood an isolated flower, 

Surrounded by all that overpower

Deserted filled the flower, not a single blossom in sight

Loneliness filled the flower, every night

The attention of the Domremy students made the flower bloom with joy

For all the flower wants is a friendship to enjoy.

 

The vibrant pink flower 

Bloomed by the hour. 

Beautiful pollen in the middle of the flower for the bees

As it gently moves in the breeze.

Some flowers falls down on the floor

And the others grow some more.

Petal layered on petal on this tree 

And all the leaves are free. 

 

Standing up, 

or standing out,
That's what life's all about, 

With the inner seeds from the flower, 

The flower blooms high like a tower, 

As the colour of the flower screams with power.