Pick them from the ground
Where they gracefully grew
Had everything they needed
To flourish then die.
Gave the earth in turn, what it had to provide
But I took them out,
Grabbed them and pulled
Until my vase was looking green-filled and full.
Took them home to enjoy for some time
Knowing fault for their quicker decay
Will be fully mine.
And when the vase stood right in my view
I started thinking
Whether I am doing the same thing to you?