If you love them as they are

leave them alone

Don’t pull them from the earth

When you do, they die

 

Don’t place them in vases

let them exist in soil

let them breathe in life

let them live in light

not in water

 

Fill your gardens

not your countertops

I hear your store bought flowers screaming

give me back what’s mine

demanding life to be returned to their lungs

until their last breath

then you replace them with more…