COME AND TALK TO MY FLOWERS

Come and talk
to my flowers

when my voice
is nothing

but the wind

my mind now
a season

season after season
dressed in only birdsong

here I will be
at the edge of summer

the depth of yes
winter.

Here I rest
part of the universe.

Come and talk
to my flowers.

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I couldn't aspire to anything higher....think I'm going to enjoy being a flower. Roll on shaking off that mortal coil...give me that place where sky and land come together and let my thoughts be eternal flowers