The Flowers Grow More Where We Will Go

You can find me there

At the church yard near

Where the dew bells are ringing.

We can leave from there

To the damp nosed dear

Where trees wave, fingers greeting.

An oil leak,

An ink spill,

A winning streak,

A buzz kill.

The flowers grow more where we will go.

The sweat stains and pain

The hot flashing rain

Where shelter forms are brewing.

Finish and furnish,

Live it and learn it,

The flesh is wilt, subduing.

An apple core,

An ill wing

A golden pour,

A love ring.

The flowers grow more where we will go.