Beautiful flowers grew from behind the house
Where never a flower once grew.

The wonder was my troubled mind tossed in a long wave of troubled waters....

for never a flower grew in my father's backyard
as impressively green
to a flourish of protruding beaus of freshly upturned earth.

Perhaps thee beautiful flower that sprouts
From earth in father's backyard is father
Painting flowers on his own piece of  earth.

Unbeautiful you death.