Committing Pesticide


As if we were all plants,
Our trunks do not define
The color of our leaves,
Nor does the length of our stem
Define the count of our petals,
Some may grow tall and old,
While others neglected will wilt
Away unto the unforgiving world.

A rose, devine and fragile,
Perched ever so perfectly
Sits alone in a garden
Surrounded by weeds

We look down upon weeds,
For stealing the water from others
Whom need it to thrive,
But while your water may be drained,
Those weeds can never take your sunshine.

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