I know the flowers don't make my day but- I thank each one of them anyway- for whatever part they play I know the trees don't plot my plan but- I thank them as I do my hands... I know the rocks aren't responsible for my peace of my mind but I love them far more Than I ever could- Love the rigid strife Others expectations and ideals of life-of love- Least of all with Fame The flowers the trees and the rocks know my name.