The dirt you sweep, what happens that, what happens all the dirt you sweep
from flowers and people, what happens all the dirt? Is all the dirt what’s left of flowers and people, all the dirt there in a heap under the huge broom that sweeps everything away?
Why you work so hard, why brush and sweep to make a heap of dirt? And who will bring new flowers? And who will bring new people? Who will
bring new flowers to put in water where no petals fall on to the floor where I would like to play? Who will bring new flowers that will not hang their heads
like tired old people wanting sleep? Who will bring new flowers that do not split and shrivel every day? And if we have new flowers, will we have new people too to
keep the flowers alive and give them water?
And will the new young flowers die? And will the new young people die? And why?
