I can’t find it in these Instructions –
(I know it’s not for Trees).

I’ve looked everywhere, for Reasons,
and comforted the Seeds.

I can’t see why it’s needed,
for the murdering of these.

Dear God, who created Them,
Which Flowers are the Weeds?

And the buttons won’t work on my Tamagochi

and the elephant touches his large infant, with
his trunk, repeatedly,

and the batteries will go, eventually,

and the dead child lies still, at the feet of its
persistent mother

and I put my Cyber Pet back into the cupboard,
at the back;

it cannot be pressed into mobility;
she stands, and sways, and pushes;

sometimes my Cyber Pet still beeps to me,

she cries, until life says, ‘continue’,

and she stays and nudges,

I’ve come across a situation
of a middle aged man
who never makes an effort
to change his clothes –
he was nearly arrested as a tramp
but talked his way out of it.

His home is a wreck –
he is very good musically
but totally ‘obsessed’ with it,
(there is nothing else in his life)
and papers. etc. are lying
scattered in his chaotic room.

He has no interest in
looking after himself,
some say his music is odd,
even mad,
though his music makes
enough money to support him.

He has some support from friends.

He has moved house about
thirty times.

He has poor hearing and this
depresses him extremely and makes
him very anxious about whether he can
continue his music.

Does he need social services to
take a look?

Should (or can),
residential care be considered?

This man’s name is Ludwig van Beethoven.

Score nil if you just prevented,
Beethoven’s Fifth Symphony,
being written.

This is the reality of our flowering strength.

Listen you Dandelions!

Don’t try to be daisies. Don’t try to be tall, like the trees. Did some of you try to be pink? Be content – be yellow. It is not a failure if you are not a pink Dandelion. Be the flowers you were meant to be…but learn from others, learn from the thin grass and recover from life’s blows, even from trampling boots, all is not lost if you remember you have roots.

Live each summer for itself. Let it be a beautiful summer that lasts right up to the second frost. And in winter go underground and grow, don’t just wait.

You don’t have to sing at the very first day of sun, but by autumn try to have flowered at least once.

Wait for the friendly little flies. Take your turn for the sun to find your spot.

Some colours are unlikely, others imposible, (probably). Much can be achieved in a short flowering season for which we have waited all winter.

At any time there may appear opportunities.

Take credit for having flowered when you could, (remember some other year), and add it to your contentment.

It isn’t always as easy to be a flower, as the Trees think it is.
Life is a lot of waiting; things happen so slowly.

We do it for the seeds, we all know that.

No two flowers are ever the same. Every Dandelion matters! Trust all. Recognise that we are all flowers, together, even the trees are ‘sort of flowers’.

Talk flowers, try to talk. Stop looking at each other askeance. We are all insecure. Speak to each other. Communicate your plight. Share your doubts. Talk and tell of truth.