They’re calling out, aren’t they?
“Look at ME!” – “No, MEEE!”
“Nooo! Me-me-me!”
So I’m looking at them
Feeling their tension
As they fret about their petals
Their pollen, their aromas.
This is their prom nite,
Their debutante ball –
They have so little time!
Look: one’s already wilted.
Beautiful flowers!!