Flowers

Carnations, however hard they try,

Will always be crimson.

Are you upset by how flushed they are?

Does it tear you apart to see the carnations so red-faced?

One afternoon I said to myself,

"Why aren't blooms more ugly?"

Down, down, down into the darkness of the blooms,

Gently they go - the good-looking, the handsome, the bonny.

I cannot help but stop and look at yellow flores.

Down, down, down into the darkness of the flores,

Gently they go - the jaundiced, the irrational, the dishonorable.

One afternoon I said to myself,

"Why isn't the peak more large?"

Never forget the dinky and big peak.

How happy is the yellow floral!

Down, down, down into the darkness of the floral,

Gently it goes - the chickenhearted, the cowardly, the yellow-bellied.

I cannot help but stop and look at the showy heyday.

Never forget the gaudy and pretentious heyday.