• Flowers among flowers
    sitting in perpetual acquaintance
    soft pedals brush against rough ones
    colors varied and shades a many
    beauty is nothing
    not even a stage
    it holds great value
    while others taste contrast
    it lives among ashes
    and dies within roots
    let it be and it will grow
    to your timeless height
    within a vast bottle
    open but not to rattle
    it hides when in darkness
    but doesn't always
    shine in its brightest hour
    flowers among flowers
    hold its pedals to its ashes
    and cry by the roots