The beauty of a simple flower,
always sweet and never sour
Flying bugs with fluttering wings,
...
these choices from an early age,
our minds have not yet matured,
these tasks in which we must engage,
with your position never secured.
...
My Flower- The Modern World
The beauty of a simple flower,
always sweet and never sour
Flying bugs with fluttering wings,
listen as the hummingbird sings
Flowing rivers and flat calm lakes,
tremble as the monster wakes
Digging holes and cutting trees,
killing rabbits and squashing bees.
So all I ask with all my heart,
is for my flower to not depart