Tell me.
Where have the flowers gone?
The flowers of delight in life,
The flowers of pretty and nice things
In the TV reports, the newspapers
and in daily conversation?
They died and suffocated under an avalanche of news
About hatred, violence, murder and petty scandals.
Nobody has seen the flowers.
Nobody has heard about them.
They died and suffocated in the wallets
of sensation-seekers
and on the lips of doom-prophets.
Tell me.
Where have the flowers gone?
The flowers of little things done for each other.
The flowers of being a gift for each other.
They have died in our self-will,
Suffocated in our so-ridiculous sensitivity,
In or mini household cold-wars.
Tell me.
Where have the flowers gone
Of that tiny bit of happy security
we can offer each other?
You have a heart,
And there’s a human being who needs you.
Bring on the flowers!
Call to the Spring. Meet the sun.
Let yourself be captured by the wonder of light
and life.
Look at the skylark
who sings so high in the air.
Do you know why?
Because he doesn’t have to pay any rent!
Look up at he sky and sing,
Because the sun is free
and it shines for you.
