This poem was originally published on 28 January 2016.
I wish I had brought flowers, When I went to the badgers’ home. It was an earthy one; I could’ve taken anthurium. Oh, how I wish I had known. I wish I was carrying flowers, When I ran into the hare. He was in a race and could not stop, Maybe if I had heather, He’d still be there. I wish that I had flowers, When I met the honeybee. Maybe then it would not have stung. Next time, lilies, Pretty please. I wish I had flowers, When I made merry with the otters. Possibly that eve could’ve been more vivid; I’d have chosen buttercup, And no other. I wish there were flowers, When the two birds took the sky. The forest would have caught its breath. I suppose honeysuckle, Would have been nice. I wish I had seen flowers, When I looked into the lake, And saw the reflections of all the creatures. A single wild flower, Just for my sake.