We are beautiful

You are as beautiful as this rose.

And I am as beautiful as that tulip.

And he is as beautiful as a wilting sunflower.

What floral beauty we have

Lined up in a row atop uneven pedestals.

They are dandelions, wretched and menacing,

But they are still beautiful too, for they can fly.

Spreading their spores everywhere

Invading our pastures and decorating our landscapes.

So we whisper in the ears of children,

Asking them to uproot them and blow them away,

In order to grant their wishes.

And with the weeds removed, we live in happy bliss

Until the humans commit further herbicide and pick our sunflower

And Mother Nature, unforgiving and brutal to all, kills me

With an indiscriminate frostbite

Finally, a vicious tornado uproots you, my precious rose,

Bush and all, severed from your earthen cradle, I weep

For our happy field has been tarnished. Expelled are we

And in our place a new Eden is made, embroidered by the wind

Nurtured by our mother, A sea of silver appearing every June.