Lighted Corners
No Flowers Grow Here Anymore Brittni Garms No flowers grow here anymore, As wooden beams rot away. Forgotten but being watched, It suffers alone. Wooden beams rot away; Everyone turned away to sleep. It suffers alone As people begin to wonder why. Everyone turned away to sleep Without caring about sunrise. As people begin to wonder why, Flower pots crumble away. Without caring about sunrise, It sleeps alone As flower pots crumble away, As petals fall back to where they belong. It sleeps alone, Forgotten but being watched, Its petals falling back to where they belong. No flowers grow here anymore.
Cicada Shells and Hydrangea Flowers Earthworks Exhibition 18 Emily Lewis
