Flower pot window ledge...

With me standing here waiting for life soft and gentle bedded in my home
With me draping down listening to stories of the streets awaiting my raindrops 
I'm three stories up with birds talking to one and other ready to fly alone
I've got rays of sunshine glistening down while I hear the sound of cats and dogs 
Music swiftly escaping it's four walls and purifying the air 
Whatever colour I get soaked upon I wilt when the seasons change 
When there is a grey day and it doesn't even rain I find that rather strange 
At a certain time of day I see a familiar face that drenched me 
My bedded home becomes a river and that face sets me free 
Now I lay here on my ledge waiting for a different petal 
The sunlight grows weaker and now I see the stars settle