Right and Wrong

The man wakes up at the wrong bed
In a garden with a single flower
The man leaves the flower in a tattered dress
He leaves her with a shattered heart
Both at its best when apart

By the time the flower greets the sun
The man has disappeared together with the dew
Both continue to live in a border
Both continue to dance through the night
Till they meet again in the garden of beer and wine

As the man says hello to a new and tougher flower
This time the man wakes up on the right bed
With an innocent flower
Whose dress is not tattered
Nor her heart is shattered