The flowers in my hair

Make me appreciate the smells that sting my nose.

Although they could be unpleasant

At least I'd love my smell, my pleasant aroma, as it circles around me.

A loving embrace from the flower bed gives me a place to stay

With life comes the death of something to bring life to what once was.

If I have to die to make the flowers bloom, then may my death spring forth the most interesting, beautiful, and strange flowers. Like a Love-in-the-Mist that would spread as pollen in in wind.

For everything and everyone has an end and a beginning in the flower bed.