They are just flowers swinging in the wind
Heads up and smiling to the warm summer sun.
All those red rosy lips will one day wither
Their sepals full of seed and ready to yield;
Their stalks ready to buckle over to their knees
When nature calls them – come calmly home.
They are just flowers growing in the summer garden
Waiting for the harsh dry season around the corner
Their eyes twinkling like southern winter stars;
Their cheeks rotund like the west coast of Africa;
Their teeth flash summer streaks of lightning.
They are just flowers ready to be handed away.
They are just flowers dressing the world in carnations
So bright it would seem the world is forever at peace.
Their thin laughter tingles ears and makes them prick
They sway and titter in the wind fawning to all;
Their perfumes filter through empty spaces of despair
For they are just flowers, placebos of distresses.