Five wildflowers that I found for you
Down by the storm pond where they'd spring up
Planted in a can with some water and sand
Migrated later to your measuring cup
Two young lovers in the afternoon
Under an awning in the spring sun
See me walk by, storm follow behind,
They hear me call for you or someone
How long did they stand their little tall?
Did you ever want them at all?
I wonder how much time it took to turn those