Flowers bloom in hues of red, pink, purple, blue
a sea of green grass broken by dark brown dirt.
The sweet smelling earth and flowers loved by you
I stare at sadly as tears roll down my shirt.
The soft dirt I stand in swallows up my shoe
just to listen to the final words is work.
Leaning over to toss the flowers I bring
walking through this haze of the first day of spring.