Ugly Little Flower

Flowers on sunrise, glistening grey
Holding heat on purpose, if it may
Colorless. Odorless. With nothing to say
But basking, and breathing in such a way

Lonely old hillside, home to its heart
No lilac stain on my petals, no art
So tender and frail, at this young start
Living in your warmth, falling apart

Treasure now, and hold dear
Before leaves wilt and can no longer hear
Share with me your heat and hold me near
Without your sunlight, I'm living in fear