The Microphone was

purple and so were the flowers

under their bare skin

It was obvious

to everyone in the room

the sun was shining

The light was fading

from the corner of his eyes

as he approached death

The source of our pain

is often the thing that makes

us the most happy

Please grow faster now

thought the beetle as he grasped

each bud while he hid

Please die soon thought the

groundsman as he searched under leaves

of trees for insects