Pride of the wind

The wind roared down the planes
Flattening the grass as it formed it circles
The little hills shaking as the cold breezed over
But flower there stood,still healthy and strong.

Cursed you little flower bow too me
The wind roared but the flower was silent.
Angering the wind as its power grew stronger. 
Now the flower buckled and strained. 

I seen many as pretty as you 
your pedals will fall one by one
The wind continued its song
You may think your one that will survive
But alas your defiance is all for not.

That first pedal broke from flower
Twirling in the air as the wind with it played
Soon it vanished into the distance from all 
The flower it shivered it was alone and not strong

The summer it had been protected 
By the tall grass, it was like its friends
That protected, no matter how the wind blew
they stood together.Yet the cold made them weaker

One by one her friends did fall 
And now she stood alone against it all.
Her little bell now torn and soar
Autumn was coming and she was not strong

Another pedal it ripped apart. 
As her face was exposed but empty for now
Those seeds of hers had spread so far
She knew next spring the wind would cry

Summer would be filled with colors of blue
Bridals songs with those blue bell galore
As her children would color it all
Hidden in the grass with friends that stood strong

In the end it was she that won it all
The wind would only help her along
As she fell the wind roared in delight, 
unknowing he helped her future to spread.