A tiny flower wanted to bloom
A terrible mistake – it was headed for doom
Because in this garden that seemed like paradise
Was a gardener with his ideas of vice.
Flowers should bloom
For that is the law
But the gardener kept nipping the bud
Because he thought the flower was a flaw.
Now the flower, not blossomed, not bloomed
Sat on its stem in such morbid gloom
Neither bee nor butterfly nor bird in view
A waste of nature is this flower unbloomed.
Awesome!!
Food for thought.
My not so successful attempt at replying in similar tone… 🙂
One tiny flower not allowed to bloom
Must not make the world despise with gloom
With the gardener with vices it has to fight
And a fierce fight against injustice is her every right
Nay, it is al-right to shed a tear
but it would be cowardice to bear any fear
For the many gardeners with hands so cold
there will be others with hearts of gold
To soothe the scars and wipe clean the tears
the bud needs to wait with eternal hope amidst morbid fears
Deep.
Who is this gardener?