I sneak through the garden
flowers bending away from me
I hunt for the most beautiful among them

The old and dying are safe
so are the fresh young buds
oh but those beauties at their prime
are my target, my goal in sight.

I clip them at the base
fragrant and still alive in my hands
I add them to the others I have already harvested.

These will be perfect I think
Just right for their new resting place
I arrange them on my table
and smile at my conquest
and their comrades outside sigh.