Flower, flower, do you know,
Eternal Beauty you bestow?
In pews of red, green, & blue,
O, do you know who made you?
For Beauty would like Moses roam,
Without a brain to call its home,
Had you not been seen by me,
If not for me, what would you be?
Nor larking, lolling, living there,
Of Cruelty are you aware,
& never once the question “Why?”
Until your colors reached my eye.
I give you Beauty as a gift,
Cruelty I pass & thrift,
& in return you give to me:
The beads of Pleasure’s rosary.
— Liam Miyar-Mullan ’22