Flower

The snow melts as spring arrives,
The sky brightens as winter leaves us behind.
A single flowers tries to bloom,
Atop a mountain filled with gloom.

The mountain grumbles, full of dread,
It does not wish for hapiness.
But that is what god cares about least,
So daisies bloom west and east.

The one atop still strugles though,
It finds decisions rather tough.
It feels close to the mountain's wheeps,
So blooming is a difficult task indeed.

To bring joy or to remain a sad soul,
What should the flower choose after all?
To console a friend by joining their sorrow?
Or to leave them behind and dance in joy's hollow?