???Why Do You Carry Dead Flowers????

My dog walked along the wild path with me cheerfully in tow,

From opposite side came a child in stride, and he was eager to know,

“Why do you carry dead flowers?” he asked. “When they no longer glow?”

I halted my pace and looked at his face while my dog searched him with his nose,

The flowers that once grew wild rest in my hands carefully styled,

My affection for the dead riled curiosity in his head,

“These flowers have lived a fruitful life,” I said.

“These flowers have fed the bees.”

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