I try to appreciate the flowers
Through heavy meaning
To note their beauty

Soft, soothing pinks
Clean, chaste whites...

Light lips and linen

Cool, curving petals
Straight, strong stems...

Ice cream and iron

Slick, satin ribbon
Mild, muted bow...

Preacher and flock

Tending, growing
Cutting, packing
Loading, driving
Sorting, bunching
Wrapping, tying
Lifting, giving
Offering...

So much life
Into this subdued
Tribute to its loss

I’ve said it before
I’ve written a billion rhymes
And for all my effort,
I never earned a single dime

We have always been
and we will always be
And I shall gladly worship
sometimes you but always me!