Just think my friend, what does it mean <br />when no more flowers can be seen <br />the sight of flowers does surprise, <br />their beauty, gentle to the eyes <br /> <br />their fragrance, lovely to the nose <br />much poetry and welcome prose <br />but God made flowers, yes, indeed <br />to give some beauty to each weed. <br /> <br />The flower that you pick to keep <br />creates a wound so very deep <br />and through the forest goes a sigh <br />a flower, plucked, will always cry. <br /> <br /> <br />Please go to any pub instead <br />or stay at home, rest in your bed. <br />But if you feel you want to pick <br />a flower, please just wait a tic, <br />ye Gods have planted all to make <br />our lives reality, not fake. <br /> <br />He did forget to emphasise <br />that man be thoughtful, also wise <br />he plucks a virgin from her perch <br />and looks at married ones in church. <br /> <br />I think we would be well advised <br />if most of us just realised <br />that sitting on the porch of hope <br />we'd never need the kick of dope. <br /> <br />But love will surely find us soon <br />it is a deal between the moon <br />and all the stars that watch the game <br />those efforts to achieve our fame. <br /> <br />A siesta in a field of flowers <br />recharges all our hidden powers, <br />but leave the beauty, let it flow <br />bring home a flower? Please say 'NO'.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pluck-those-flowers/