Pink flowers grow in the front lawn
Their velvet dew drop texture
I long to wear in my hair
I burden them with attention
Removing petals from stems
And gravity helps
Pockets full of petals
I set up a wood paned store
On my front lawn grass patch
I show them off to all
And so taken by their beauty
Visitors exchange them for gold
No sooner bought do they return
A withered pink and rot
Imitation of velvet petals
I did not disclose the short expiry
Though like everything alive
They’ve since ceased to be
The whole world forgets
How beautiful things
Don’t stay beautiful forever.