Value

Of what value am i clinging to the grounds in high hopes that we stand short but higher than all we know Of what value are you that you cling to words valuing none of my words but I listen to the gulls A rose need not be called a flower for it is that already rose is the difference take no praise I am sullen for my lack of knowledege you are a flower rose and i agree to it Of what value is honesty seasoned with love and foresight of what value would it be to see a rose and not a flower