The flowers are having a conversation today
And I can hear them
Because they don't think I am listening
They don't care if I am listening
Actually they're shouting
Joyful bright colors of peace
Sending messages of hope, love and beauty
What a racket they make
Why haven't I heard it before?
Where did their messages go?
When I wasn't listening
Wherever they went...I want them back
They belong to me
Alright...I guess I'll share
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