Colors Hold the Flowers Tight

Colors Hold The Flowers Tight Here we are again once again Before the same actions as before Fragrances of the myriad of flowers That come and go before us, yet never change In the fading scent and sense we make of time In that vault we cannot open on nature’s game Our garden grows again once again like us Cultivating and up-earthling old ways Not always going on in the same direction But always towards the sun Being in accord with one another Never made us the same one The myriad of colors hold the flowers tight They take on the same brevity of purpose Stopped again once again after season falls Wanting no more And wanting to do just that