The wildflower

The wildflowers brush on my legs

The water trickles down the little stream

The dwarves come out to play

The dwarves lead me to a little cottage

In the cottage there is a flower

The flower is the only thing in the room

It is in a glass box

The dwarves push me towards it

I open it up worried what will happen

The dwarves are freed from their curse

They dance around the cottage in happiness

They thank me

Then the wildflower droops and turns black

The dwarves tricked me

Then I drop to the floor

And so does the flower