My life is like a fish being caught by a bear.
I save myself by talking to a flower.
As the flower responds, “Be strong,” my thoughts swish away.
If I was as brave as a flower, I’d have power.
Flower power!
But I don’t feel that brave, so I walk away.

As I walk away, my life receives strength.
I wish I wasn’t as sad,
But my breath is out.
So I am mad.