The Flowers looked so nice and clean,
Back then when I was a teen,

I was so naive,
Should've turned and leave,

Im not the first,
The flowers they began to burst,

A wide spore fog spread,
Somethings creeping in my head

A feeling nimbling at my brain,
Something i just can't explain,

The Spores they spread even more,
Suddenly I see the gore,

I saw the bones and Human remains,
Scattered all over these plains,

The Flowers, they feast on them,
They lay there hidden, like a gem,

I ran away, to my luck
Back there when the panic struck.