The flowers outside my window know true bliss br lives spent in golden sunshine, br bathed gently and loving by the breeze, br with equally pretty butterflies and bees br ardently courting them br on the morrow they will land on the rubbish heap br faded and forgotten br but today is all they know and br blaze joyously like there is no morrow. br br (15th November 2002)br br V.. F..