Wilted flowers,
Broken stems.
I tie a string around,
I try to mend.
The heart's the core,
Protect it well -
Or its heat runs out!

I grab a petal,
Gently caressing its skin-
Soft tapestry on a magnificent building-
You could be!
If I weaved you all together,
Like how ropes are made from
Strands of fibre wound together.

I could meld you into a flag
That I can wave, that I can touch,
Sometimes, in a rush,
You can wave for me to others 'Goodbye!',
As you flutter from my behind.

I could hang you on the sky,
Perched on the highest peak of the pole.
You with the owl's sight peer
Into the distance, tell me - what's there?
And we can laugh - together.