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.