Puckered face, 

In two hues,

Unsteady opening phase, 

Afraid of blurting out the news,

Unsure of its use,

Of valour or unknown cues, 

Of being placed with dignity, 

Or casted away with discourtesy,

Of adoring a deity, 

Or left on street with pity,

Of walking a fashion parade, 

Or pinched in a 'will or wouldn't' charade,

King of flowers emerge with warm gait,

Only to be left to an uncertain fate.