Forgiveness is the perfume from a flower
As you crush her underfoot
She knows you didn't mean it
Because she knows you never looked

A few hours ago she stood there
Her sweet perfume filled the air
In gay abandon she'd made her entrance
To reveal her presence there

Now she's battered bent and torn
But her memory still remains
As bright colours start to fade
Her perfume still fills the sunlit glade

Although she's long dead now and gone
She has also stayed alive
Because the seeds she hid inside
Are now scattered far and wide

Next spring she'll re appear
To delight the woodland bees
To stand in her full glory
For all the world to see