Sun kissed petals
And rotten leaves
Whisks of happiness
If it wasn't for the bees
Red, pink, and blue
Thanks to photosynthesis, it's now a dull green
Meadows for the roots
Dry soil, is all to be seen
Sprouts grow amongst the trees
Only to have animals stomp on them, please, oh please
Flowers are full of delicacy
In which the petals fly with the breeze
With all living things come...
Reality
Apr 9, 2015
Apr 9, 2015 at 6:21 PM UTC
Sun kissed petals
And rotten leaves
Whisks of happiness
If it wasn't for the bees
Red, pink, and blue
Thanks to photosynthesis, it's now a dull green
Meadows for the roots
Dry soil, is all to be seen
Sprouts grow amongst the trees
Only to have animals stomp on them, please, oh please
Flowers are full of delicacy
In which the petals fly with the breeze
With all living things come...
Reality
