Our words have buried meanings we try to keep Six feet below the marigolds and chartreuse leaves.
A neighborhood of children come out to play Their fathers are absent, but they’ll meet them, someday.
The roots are hanging on the walls in frames where They dry, they die. Without dirt, they’re bare.
The word flower can be used to describe a woman Who has been cut from her roots, a reality that’s common.
People loot nature for all it is worth, And that is why we call the planet Mother Earth.