A Flower For A Flower

She is a flower by name,

Flower by nature.

Her hair is golden

And shines with love.

She has a cat,

Who loves her ,

And she loves

Him back.

She has a sister,

Who sings like a Mockingjay,

She is a healer,

Who helps her mother,

Yet she is only twelve.

Her eyes are blue sapphires,

That shimmer in the light.

Yet she should never be

Reaped for the Hunger Games.

Her name is Primrose Everdeen.