I live in the shadow of the moon. I have grown and sprouted much too soon. I will try with all my might To live in the bright sunlight. I close my eyes but yet I’m still here. Sitting on a branch next to a pear. My petals are white as snow Because of this fact I know. I will never be awake at day No matter how hard I wish and pray. For I live in the shadow of the moon And I’m slated to sing the nightly tune.