I do not like oxygen.

I need oxygen.

I do not like flowers.

I need flowers.

They lift me up when I am down.

Their colors are like a party to liven up the loneliness.

They shine on the dreary, rainy days.

They add warmth to the coldness.

They add light to the darkness.

They grow on sunshine and water,

then turn into something that feeds my soul.

Beauty that blooms and grows forever.

Cut flowers make me sad, because they are done.  All dressed up to die.

Give me a flower with roots and I see a beautiful future ahead.

I NEED my FLOWERS!