I wish you weren’t here as my lips bloom a sweet grassland we
got to live by the mill.

You were so good to us coming to water us every night in Mali.

the sun had different views through snake like jealousy took aim.

Through petals the heat burns the purple make a scorched maul

Though even now you will see our petals in the mail.

Our seeds have grown around covering the most populous of a
mall.

We all know what we are, and you know what I am.

We love you we truly do, and that goes for us all.