Everything is in the flowers while they’re being in their powers.
They’ve registered the yellow vote for greener world and anecdote.
But what of leaves in season’s turn and heat waves of sun’s oaths unsworn?
Everything will be all right when they recycle all their light zen.
Q & A: Will October’s change and chaos bring November’s political seance? Maybe. But let us survive like the flowers do — all yellow and oblivious — until it’s time to stop turning towards the Sun and start asking the Moon for midnight guidance.
