• The most bleached pure lilies
    dancing in the spinning winds,
    weaving colorless silly
    tapestries for nearby friends.

    Bleeding, staggering roses
    brandishing green stained swords.
    Warring nature though none notice
    their limbs littering floors

    The sad grieving violets
    hiding their tears in the rains.
    They know well the world's violence,
    often picked to share pain.

    Pain, joy, and sadness paint such beautiful hues,
    They own this land we stand on these reds, whites, and blues.