My eyes wander the land before me,
Mind new and refreshed from years of slumber.
From above the land, I’m able to see
Rows of flowers too many to number

Under the shelter of infectious gloom,
Crawling low to ground not knowing they hide.
Nature’s avenging shadow will bring doom;
Lost recurring message of those who’ve died.

I come down to their familiar land,
And with a closer look inspect each one.
White they are clean as they lie in my hand.
Dark red stripes appear untouched by the Sun.

Some stripes slim and slender, yet some were wide.
Each unique together always the same,
Few rise tall to sky and refuse to hide.
They reach for more and shall never be tame.

Roots dug deep in ground hold something profound,
With not many reaching out to the rest.
From Nowhere there comes an advancing sound
Of power and way I truly detest.

‘Twas perpetual sound of upright men.
Evermore this human crowd leads forth life,
And rage overcame me the moment when
They cut down the free plants with scathing knife.

It is a sight I couldn’t stand to see.
How could people do something clearly low?
Emotion I burst out, “Don’t cut down thee!”
“Never, no! For we mustn’t let them grow.”

Enraged but captivated I observe
The way they care for the other flowers.
Down to their foundation stems bend and curve,
While forth comes misled creative powers.

The split men search left and right to please all,
And they do it with a chemical spray.
Destroys inside; leaves bitter taste of gall,
But gives the plant an outer shining ray.

It takes over. Deluded roots became
Distorted as all of nature weeps woe.
Emotion I burst out, “You are to blame!”
“Never, no! For we mustn’t let them grow.”

The plants yearn for chemicals and justice;
Can’t have both what men have done they don’t know.
Emotion I burst out, “You must stop this!”
“Never, no! For we mustn’t let them grow.”

The light and glimmer are nothing but fake.
The ruin within I could not ignore.
The lives of these plants they surely do take.
Turn away I want to see it no more.

I walk their reverse, way out of the dark.
Forever be their ways I cannot change,
But can only hope to leave minute mark;
The world behind out of visual range.

Walking I consider ways I condone.
Ideas bring my wits to this world’s edge.
Break from emotion otherwise alone.
Shatter the shackles I forever pledge.

Sanity saved by a radiant light,
Distant, coming open away from shade.
Relieved, I find a plant with immense height.
Simple but improved beauty gods have made.

Plain and yellow, innocent as a child.
Unrestrained from scornful stripes, I believe
This vita with temper and anger mild
Will prove I discovered genuine Eve.

Below lay weeds confining the bold soul,
Encompassing, trying to overtake,
But in its structure you can find no hole,
And its roots and foundations cannot break.

Wanting its inner smile to be evermore
I search myself for water deep inside,
And give it to the pure light I adore.
Earning affection and trust I confide.

When thirsty I’m there with water to drink,
Guiding with assent and comforting hand,
While flower and its hope never will shrink.
It must accept my gifts and understand.

Show the world to my prayers and wishes solved
As it grows in my presence, life of joy.
I’m pleased and jubilant to be involved
With this light that weeds can’t hide or destroy.

For the first time it holds someone that cares.
Gave it natural and beautiful rise.
Life and life plentiful nothing compares.
Desire turns out to be more than surprise.

The men come by, couldn’t handle the sun.
They finally take note my plant’s great height.
What sinful and wrong act could I have done?
The look on their faces is that of fright.

With delight I smile at their ways amiss,
And look deep into the eyes of my foe.
Emotion they burst out, “You must stop this!”
“Never, no! For I must let this life grow!”