One flower

One single flower
Standing tall in the field
Surviving the first frost of the winter

Strong, powerful
It sways in the wind
While all the rest lay still

Miles of flowers
Wilted and dead
No longer bright and colorful

Just one flower
Still bright red
It lives on
While all the rest are dead.

You are that flower
Standing strong
Staying brave

All your friends are dead
Your loved ones gone
Yet you stay alive

You live on
While everyone else has given up
You are that one red flower
I am dead.