1 Feb 2012


For myself I hold no preferences among flowers, so long as they are wild, free, spontaneous.  Bricks to all greenhouses!  Black thumb and cutworm to the potted plant!

I'm the gorgeous flower...my face is my power.
When the sun goes rise...I open my eyes.
With a long slender neck and bright yellow hands,
I stand up strong to natures demands!
The honeybee's love me, and touch me and kiss me,
and they take my juices and dance to my tunes!
I play with the winds and talk to my friends,
and when all's complete, that's how my day ends!