I miss the flowers

I miss the flowers
I remember the smell of ferns at summer camp
I wish that words could better describe that smell.

I wish that I could read the smell of a water lily, read the sight of a field of lavender
What is a water lily? What is a field of lavender?

I wish that my gift to you were a flower without a price tag

I gulp at words and cannot quench my thirst.

I drank the stars, drank the constellations and the planets, drank the moon
But I remember a clear night sky in the middle of the desert