Flower to Flower

A man may go from flower to flower

Giving up his grace and power

Sacrificing all he is

To someone he thinks she is

Just for a bit of honey

He chases with his money

Loosing site of the way

As he seeks a toy with which to play

His name diminishes in value

As he asks for a dance “Shall you?”

Like a bee he go buzzing around

To all the flowers on the ground

But the evening primrose turns her head

To the stars from her earthly bed

She dreams to soar on her own

And sings her singular skyward tone.


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