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