I Request You Pluck A Flower Poem by Mark Heathcote

Rose petals are like butterflies
can't look much brassier-
beneath a resplendent-sky
but it's still endearing they live
and then ultimately-they-die
falling in their rhapsody
animal or mineral?
Their accomplishments fulfil-us
with living desires ever-zestful.
You request a piece of my heart
and internally, I blush a flower
seeded into rosehip's glow.
The whole world must be generous.
What more can I convey,
nothing is ever really lost
inside a flower bud, the souls' pupae
must unfold its satin-delicate wings
and one day must fly away,
believe me, here-don't-inveigh,
I request you pluck a flower.
And say heaven isn't a perennial
blowing underfoot in circling whorls.
Each dandelion isn't just a childish clock
blown across a mother's floral - frock.