Dried roses

I dried the bouquet of flowers I had received for valentines day, and a friend asked me why I did that, as now the flowers were all brittle. I must admit, a rather lengthy reply formed in my brain as to the reasoning of saving something beautiful even though it is now delicate and fragile, whereas before it was strong and vibrant. However, I decided to hold my tongue at the time. But later on that night, a poem formed itself in my brain and I thought I would share it with you:

Why do I like dried flowers?
Its a simple matter, you see.
Because I have no garden
filled with ones living.

Either because it's winter
and outside all green things are dead
or because I own no ground
on which my seeds can go to bed.

So I cherish these few cut roses
given to me by a friend
and not let them die and wither
by hanging them up on end.

Yes now they are far more brittle
a delicate, fragile thing.
Yet I'd rather have these remainders
then simply sweet memories.

So the solution you see is simple,
though not exactly cheap.
Either give me a tiny garden,
or buy me cut flowers every week!