Heather P Wilson - Pondering lyrics

Flowers withered on their stems, No-one tended them with care, Did anyone even bother To notice they were there? . Lowly blooms on the wayside Were they ever given a name? . Perhaps they were, but who remembers? , Each blossom looked much the same. They lived their lives in the wild With little shelter from the cold, Existing through their lifetime Without a thought of growing old. Could be, they were nature`s down and outs Alive, yet left to die. Rather like some humans, For them, how many question WHY? .