Flowers

Flowers prefer not to discriminate,

Growing in gardens and forgotten graves,

Where children play and adults practice hate,

In homes of the happy, hovels of slaves,

In lands haunted with war stars will still shine,

And where soldiers rest they offer their light,

To the lone or in love, they give up shrine,

Over the desolate seas, they’re as bright,

The sun dances gaily on child’s blonde hair,

And lights rev’rently on the strands of grey,

Its rays trudge through December’s frosty air,

And play with unfolding blossoms of May,

Each tiny flower, each star in the sky,

Knows how to love others better than I.