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