Soldiers in Purple and Pink

By Kinjiro Tsukasa

Hordes of warriors in purple, fuchsia, and pink

The bravest fighters I know grow in my garden today

Their aviators take off for the sky, climbing the fence of freedom

The infantry close ranks behind, choking off the enemy

They fearlessly risk death in their struggle to perpetuate themselves

Their numbers are legion; the more are killed, the more rise to take their place

Their mortal foe, the spade, the rake, the hoe

They wage battle in a campaign for maturation

Their valiant mission, to leave behind the seeds of next year's army

The spoils of victory lying dormant until a new year's sun calls them to war again

These doughty blooms, called forth to be the morning's glory