Roses are red, violets aren't green. Rip a tree on half a piece of bread, in scared of spoons.
time to presume that which one knows not
assume that with one will come another
and one day possibly this earths sun will explode
taking with it the spirits and souls of infants left unborned
thrones left to be throned and a whole world yet to build
and in this single moment, as the night sky is emblazened in a fiery inferno of death
i know the beginning to the end is just another page blowing in the wind.
The garden kept overgrowing with unwanted flowers.
I kept cutting them, but they just laughed at me.
Growing back, they made me smile at my own resignation.
So I kept cutting, until I saw the one flower that was sad.
I asked it "why do you not do as all the others do to me?".
It answered "I see you water the garden every day".
I never cut a flower since. I just water them now.