Wild flower a

Yesterday a storm hate my loam
And swept away the flower that have grown

All through year they had came
And have started to give some present smell

Those red,white petal looked so nice
My days were turning warm and wise

So every morning i enjoyed the seen
To watch the dew spark on lean

And every afternoon some butterfly flies
My rough back yard have now disguise

I kept the every flower on shed
To protect them from wind and rain
I called every one a preety little
Cause i didnt knew their actual name

But my days will not go as the same
And i have non to blame

Cause
Yesterday a strom heat my loam
And killed my flowers that have grown

And untill the spring be alive
I will spend my time wating by

In the back on my loom
Just for wild flowers to bloom