Words

I searched in my heart,
For flowers..
flowers are easier than words.
they dont lie or hide
behind towers,
they are what they are..
I chose gypsophilia,
a mountain of ' babys breath'
and eidleweis to stay
forever white..
the yellow of a morning
crocus as it bursts through
layers..
the common dog rose,
which holds no false impression
of grandeur..
and I'd lay it where you rest..
goodbye my ' friend'..
there are no words that are the best.