Truths planted as plentiful flowers
Pick your beauty
A saccharine bouquet
To remind you of your time here.

Fields of broken men
Weaving gentle sin
In a tapestry of time.

Insects of life
Considered pests until they die
Lies as beautiful as Eve
Pollen scattered like spirits in the breeze,
Hoping for new trees
As the forests burn.

Bees didn't stay
The mantis no longer prays
Welcome to the garden
Once called Eden
But that implies we're the progeny of sin.