This poem is a metaphor for growing up living in the shadows. Maybe of a sibling or something. There are a few metaphors like this throughout the poem, speaking in a flower kind of way. But I'm sure you can work that out as you read ahead. =] Hope you enjoy.
Inside my sunny garden, planted down below,
There is a damaged hungry flower,
That Spring will never know.
It longues to be like the roses,
So beautiful and mature,
Be pretty like the daisies, in the vase outside my door.
It could try to be pink and it could try to be green,
But if it's pettals are not golden,
It's beauty is never seen.
It wants to feel the rain from the can,
Soak through it's many colours,
Make it grow elite, then send it to a lover.
It sways in the darkness,
While the sun is burning bright,
It dances in the puddle of another flower's life.
