somtimes I dream about flowers
about their golden petals
and their green leaves
how they're swaying
in the soft wind

but do the flowers dream about me?
about my golden hair
and my blue eyes
how I'm swaying
under all that pressure?

do they see me in their dreams
how I'm crumbling
under all this weight
like they would
under heavy rain?

I like to think they do
just like I dream about them
and maybe just like I marvel at them
they see beauty in me too

sometimes I dream about flowers
and sometimes flowers dream about me