Little Blue Flower

A Tiny blue flower growing on a lofty mountain,
Gazing down to the endless plane,

Day by day, staring down below,
To the movements of colors when the wind blows,

Each day, each morning looking down,
Asking the wind when will the sun come,

Winter is long and cold,
Unfolding its delicate petals withold,

Gradually, its deep blue color fading away,
While Summer slowly on its way,

One by one the leaves started falling down,
And its slender stem begins to bend towards the ground,

Finally, the sun came; giving life to everything once again,
Except for one little blue flower; its own life could no longer sustain...