Param Aggarwal writes here.

A little pink flower
Looked at the endless blue sky
One day I will be someone
Kept waiting for that day.

Then came a rain shower
Others gave up and sighed
But the flower dreamed on
Now it’s too late, nothing left to say.

- Param Aggarwal

We wait for the perfect day to go ahead with our dreams, and then one day we realize its too late.

But then tragedy doesn’t always happen.

A little pink flower
Looked at the endless blue sky
One day I will be someone
Kept waiting for that day.

Then came a rain shower
Others give up and die
But the flower dreamed on
Shakily stood strong.

Suddenly, clouds made way
The sun shone bright
The sky sparkled
And a rainbow appeared.

The little pink flower
Became a big red flower
Looked up and said
Wow my day has arrived.

There is always an optimistic view…

The first part was completely written by me when I was thinking of doing something creative. Then I sent it to a few people. My dad made this optimistic change to it:

A little pink flower
Looked at the endless blue sky
One day I will be someone
Kept waiting for that day.

Then came a rain shower
Others gave up and sighed
But the flower dreamed on
Now it’s too late, nothing left to say

And then. Clouds made way
And the Sun came out smiling
It shown bright and shiny
The sky sparkled and a rainbow appeared
And the little flower smiled and shone bright
Looked up and said “wow My day has arrived”
All little flowers rose up, happy and strong
And the little pink flower became a bright red big flower!
Things finally shown bright and cheerful
And he rose mighty high looking at the same bright blue Sky
And said “wow My day has arrived” !

I liked the optimistic change and shortened it to look like the second part above. I still can’t decide which one I like better - the tragic one or the optimistic one.