Flower Power

Summer comes and goes,
Winter stays and blows.
My fragile petals like my home,
This is where it takes place in this poem.
The golden sun arises swiftly,
Making it midday almost immediately.
I open my eyes again and beam with joy,
For I am out in the open, happy!
BANG! BANG! BANG!
That sounds like a drum!
BANG! STOMP! BANG!
Humans pass the riverbank!
Dear my family,
Why this tragedy?
All is gone.
And the damage is done.
Hearts are broken,
We have fallen.
I am the last flower.
The last standing native flower.