Flowers

water your flowers.

Flowers

water them,

for you never know when you’ll ever see your flowers again.

Flowers, She is a flower.

Flower she is!

She is a flower that flowers in the wind,

plucked from the ground

African Violet,

How we have wronged you!

We took your beauty selfishly,

harvesting your charm!

African Violet,

oh how we mourn you!

For once you were so radiant, but now,

you’re lifeless.

How could we leave you lifeless

expecting you to grow?

Everyone loves the African Violet,

until its been complete PLUCKED.

Flowers

water your flowers.

Flowers

water your them,

for you never know when you’ll ever see your flowers again.