I heard the flowers whisper
as sometimes they tend to do,
And I bent my ear to hear them
Perhaps to learn a thing or two
I listened quite intently
Past the sounds of morning dew
But the flowers said,
  “We do not speak
  to the likes of you!”
A buttercup then deigned to add,
  “Come back when you are young,
  and then perhaps we might just talk
  and we can have some fun.”

“But how,” asked I, “can I be younger
then I am right now?”
The buttercup in silence stood
and wouldn't tell me how.

So when you're young,
please realize the possibilities
And maybe then a time will come
for chances such as these
And if by chance you hear a flower
whispering nearby
be sure to stop and take the time
to politely just say “Hi!”