A flower, a life

I sprang on a stalk,
a thin, anxious bud
just couldnt wait to assume,
the beauty of a flower

Bloomed with the wind,
and sang to the rain,
Then suddenly, I was plucked,
my youth was snatched away,

until life sprung a surprise
when a queen tucked me neat
to adorn her glorious hair
and put me on top of the world

but not for long does the mirror lie
and I fell down hard on the floor
as back she stepped to take off her wig,
just happened to crush me under her toe.