Sweet like the fruit of the womb
but tomorrow may bring decay
and then will your flower still bloom
or will it wither away?

Will your roots still reach for that damper soil
Or will they dry and crumble in the dust
Will you find fatal your own Petals toil
will you let your leaves and stems rust?

Its sweet, like freshness from the rain
But it wont last more than a day
And will you let that drive you insane
Or will you let everything fall away?

do your depths reach to wells
Full of clean liquid sustenance
Or have your roots failed
your petals wither in repugnance?

So sweet like the fruit of the womb
May heal you for a day
But when left to your own
Be sure not to wither away.