Do you know why they always tell you to stop and smell the flowers?
It is because flowers are nothing to do with you—
Because they neither cost nor lend;
They are outside of your world of hopes and disappointments.
And so, when the season comes when you have lost,
When the ones you did not think to question
Have become the ones who left,
The flowers still will hold their place
In separate confidence
And represent that good persists
Without pause at your temporal night.