Flowers, grass, and trees
I look around and that's all I see
Walking down this path all alone
My eyes and brain start to roam
My eyes spot a little flower
My brain begins to grow sour
Looking at something beautiful stings
Not physically but my knees get weak
I stumble over to get a closer look
Pick it up and begin to break down.
Before I found you I always frowned
Now I smile only when you're around