You think we pick flowers?
No, flowers pick us
Gather us, dizzy us
Their beauty, enough to catch wildness
He was the blue flower
He picked me
Pulled me from my own stem
Plant me beside him
Saw how his color brighten
The blue flower
Roots in his own farm
Staring high in the night sky
The blue flower
No one can touch
Unless the flower himself
Choose his vase and stay
