I hope that one day,
The trash on the floor turns into flowers,
That they will grow throughout May,
And will grow as towers.
I watch as the sun glistens off the petals,
Colors of orange, yellow, pink, and red,
The pollen dots the flowers like freckles,
The bees hum as the pollen is spreading.
As flowers grow, so does love,
Just as the sun disappears from above.
Now the stars are out and shining,
And two worlds are intertwining.