Pluck Those Flowers?

Just think my friend, what does it mean when no more flowers can be seen the sight of flowers does surprise, their beauty, gentle to the eyes their fragrance, lovely to the nose much poetry and welcome prose but God made flowers, yes, indeed to give some beauty to each weed. The flower that you pick to keep creates a wound so very deep and through the forest goes a sigh a flower, plucked, will always cry. Please go to any pub instead or stay at home, rest in your bed. But if you feel you want to pick a flower, please just wait a tic, ye Gods have planted all to make our lives reality, not fake. He did forget to emphasise that man be thoughtful, also wise he plucks a virgin from her perch and looks at married ones in church. I think we would be well advised if most of us just realised that sitting on the porch of hope we'd never need the kick of dope. But love will surely find us soon it is a deal between the moon and all the stars that watch the game those efforts to achieve our fame. A siesta in a field of flowers recharges all our hidden powers, but leave the beauty, let it flow bring home a flower? Please say 'NO'.