Flower

Concealed in a case
There is no trace
It’s maybe just an old fake flower
But when I need it most
it gives me a little more power.
My mother gave it to me as a little gift
When I’m sad and gloomy it makes my sadness lift.
I have kept it secret for all this time
It’s leaves are as green as a piece of lime.
It’s my treasure
And I still don’t know it’s measure.