I can not buy the sky
Or the restless sea.
I have bought sweet scented flowers
But they and I
Are not the sea and sky.
The brevity of hours
Are unknown to flowers.
They fear not
The graveyard plot.
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K Morris - Poet 
I love this, Kevin
Thank you, Annette. I’m so pleased you like it.
Another very philosophic poem. Well done, Kevin! I hope you enjoyed a nice weekend! xx Michael
I’m pleased you like my poem, Michael. I had a nice weekend, thank you. I have a day’s leave on Monday also, so a nice extended weekend! I hope you enjoyed your weekend.
Food for thought, Kevin, put in a beautiful way.. Indeed, flowers don’t agonise about mortality. They live and die in blissful ignorance.
Thank you, Vivienne. I’m delighted you like my poem. Exactly, flowers live in blissful ignorance of death.