Dear Flo-wer

When eyes remain, a touch beyond the norm
As rhythms stop, the march of time unwinds
Electric sea that calls with silent song
Trickery mayhaps, by the mind of mine.

Pretty be thee, a gem the trees admire
Your peek is short, but soft my pulse is not
That I restrain lest they turn me crier
If you had sung, would courage change the plot?

Know not if knot is taut, the cords suspend
As sand descends, the futures prune unspared
A prayer sung, in spite the dawning end
Giveth life anew, a final fool's despair.

Enjoy the times of bloom, till the last hour
And for those moments, thank you, Dear Flo-wer.