A flower is the color of life
a yellow orchid blooms
the purple buds curl round
the green stem reaches
the sky is gray but
the car is white
snow on the way today
before we take flight
to where the sun always shines
and lizards sometimes fall
through the white clouds
we fly over the mountains
as the green plants in the study
grow ever so slowly
as if we had never been
away with the gators
crawling dust on the table
and I know the guitar
is out of tune once again
but nothing has moved
the flowers still cast
a sweet substance still there
the color of life.