I wouldn't forget the flowers

I could not end my last day
Look out over the firey red orb, hands clutching the earth in a dying shake
Clouds swirling
Tor-na-do
Telling me to run somewhere, Dorothy!
There's no place like home
But I guess soon there'll just be
No place like
This is why I could not end my last day
It's not the way waves look, crashing on moonlit rocks, gods playing drums of thunder
It's not my family, as much as I hate, love, hate them
It's not sinatras of seagulls, or to see the eiffel tower, or kissing my loves goodbye
It's the tiniest forget-me-not
I made it a promise I would never be able to keep
Silly, but I made promises to all the trees, to all the flowers, to brooks that babbled their worries to me
So I could not end my last day
I wouldn't forget the flowers