Only Flower

There is an only flower growing wild in the yard
Railing against the forces looks to be so hard
I watch her in the sun that gives warmth to who she is
She doesn’t know the only one is just the way it is
Her petals are wide, with brown, and yellow hue
She soaks up the falling rain that is the autumn cue
Lonely is this flower that grows wild in the yard
She should have grown in spring when it wasn’t very hard
Winter calls cold through the autumn sifting
Creatures warm wanting have taken to southern drifting
She grows in the yard not knowing what’s the season
She grows there lonely not knowing if there’s a reason
All the colors that she matches away have they gone
Dawn comes much later as the nights are getting long
Growing wild out of season rebels against the norm
Her strength keeps her rebelling against the autumn storm
Her green broad leaves show strength and might
They’re heavy now with the frigid cold of night
I watch as the season stands to be so hard
To my only little flower growing wild in the yard