Pick them from the ground
Where they gracefully grew
flourished then died.
Gave the earth in turn, what it had to provide.
I took them out,
Grabbed them and pulled
Until my vase looked green-filled and full.
Took them back home
To ennjoy for some time
Knowing fault for their sad decay
Will be fully mine.
And when the vase stood right in my view
I started thinking
Am I doing the same thing to you?