Flowers

Flowers flowers planted in a row red orange yellow green blue indigo out of their bush you pull and tear just to stick them in your hair their beauty is so flagrant evolution has made them so and they smell oh so fragrant bees and the breeze spread their pollen as they go they are plenty and a worthy foe to human destruction, worry and woe for the flowers shed no tears i’ll pluck them for you when we’re sitting close and when i whisper i miss you, i need you i got you baby, for sure my pretty flower, my love true