flowers and showers

follow the flowers
for hours and hours,
and never look back
on the things you may lack.
watching and waiting,
your thoughts are debating
whether you continue,
or if you will stop.

never worry,
never hurry,
just find your rhyme.
always going,
always flowing,
works every time.

smile at the glade,
before you must bade
adieu to flowers,
and flee the sky showers.
but never forget,
for it has been set:
this time with the trees,
in your mind it buzzes like swarms of bees.