BEEN this familiar route not so long ago; To climb a flower that i long bestow; But that was early morning in spring when sun was low; Where warm vigour and carefree existence was unbeknownst. Having step a few past the high sun in mid day; And that constant gaze of that flower makes me want to go astray; Oblivious to the perils that may go our way; Just to come through the bloom of the flower