When Purple Flowers Fall

Who knows what puts color in flowers
Mysterious is the purple haze
In paddles that showcase like towers
That set little girls eyes amazed

Yellow pods that dance in the middle
Waiting for pollination and rebirth
For bees with feet like a fiddle
That more purple haze abides the Earth

Green stems that muzzle stalks
Like shooting stars in opposite direction
Making use of nutrients by folks
At the sun and moon's direction

Gentle breezes that shake for falls
The pollinated flower that ripples yonder
Girls picking up amid boys and balls
The fruits of life in plunder

When purple flowers fall
Like tear drops from joys
Their fade from view not all
Are lost, but are grown women' toys