I want to know
where flowers go
when bud and petal die.
Do they return
or do they yearn,
compelled to always sigh?
I want to think
that flowers sink
into the grass and sand.
That they evolve
with firm resolve
to grow in earth and land.
I think I know
where flowers go
when them no more I see.
Up in the sky
with head held high
into eternity.