His Little Golden Blooms

Their was once a boy by the age of 15, he lived in a small house with
a family of 3. His mother, father and him all enjoyed their days, but things brought him down in oh so many ways. One day he found himself, for he could presume, a small patch of little golden bloom. He thought he cared not for these little clots and resumed to what ever he destrot. But the day after, he walked through his yard only be angered and snard. More of the golden flowers pop'd out and bloomed, but what ever he was doing he decided to resume. After awhile his father got a new job, that wouldn't need him to be a snob. He worked in factory that grew and grew, and the slogan being "out with old and in with the new." But the remaining flowers in that town, all had died, from the factory spewing ash and cyanide. The boy took an interest and wanted to help, protecting the flowers from those miserable welps. So he still protects them from the horrible fumes. He swore his life to those little golden blooms.