once again, a poem

The flowers smell

The flowers sit

In the shade

In a field full of grass

In a field full of trees

Full of light

Full of need

The flowers

Bloom

Under the sun

In the petals of another

In the shades of their warmth

The buds

Rest

Under the moon

Away from the light

In the grass

The flowers float 

The flowers sink

The flowers wilt

The flowers rot