Hidden from the view ,
In a secret and garden
A beautiful flower bloomed under a dark cloudy sky
Fifty One bees circled around
Violently drinking her nectar
"It's just a game"
While thirty five of them hid in the grass
Feigning innocence , denying everything
But they already destroyed with their dark and sour venom what was once bright and beautiful .
The gardener , the man she trusted
Poured an infinite poison
She asleep , unaware of the storm
Was delivered to the monsters.
This story is NOT about a flower ( If you know , you know ).
