Flowers are the Music of the Ground

They grow around the homes of all the land
Silent music! Daffodils, roses that stand
Like pink sweet girls--music to see
The growing of beautiful melody!
Flowers are the music of the ground
From earth's lips spoken without sound;
Flowers are as music, silent, deep
Oxlyps, marigolds, music men keep
In pots and vases, beds and jars
Music as though they were bundles of stars!

So go the flowers place to place
The sweetest friends of the human race;
Then finally the last place of all
Upon men's graves they gladly fall,
And lie there dreaming with their friends
Flowers with flowers, as the long day ends.

- Edward Curran 1892