Withering Flowers

The once beautiful flowers in the once lovely lawn,

Have now dried up and wilted away.

The dusk is setting over the bright dawn,

Shadows replace the young colourful buds that they used to portray.

Evil fills the once innocent herb,

Thus forcing it to shrivel and wilt.

The bloom starts to wonder where its colours are and is now perturbed,

Only to think about all the helpful bees, after which it is hit with guilt.

So the ignorant blossom now grows its thorns,

All the while hoping for it to uproot the evil.

It looks back at all the green farms,

And wishes to be that tranquil and peaceful.