The buds on the tress grow seperately from the flowers in the beds
Trying to get everything togheter for the future ahead
As they grow, the flowers stare
They use up every part of their glucose to glare
The buds scared for their lives
No where to run
When the wind grabs them and beats them just like the sun
The Flowers continue to spread
Wishing the buds were dead
As the summer apporaches
The buds evolve to magestical creatures
Trying to forgive everything in the past
Flowers continue doing the same
Thinking they are better then the lame
But as the trees grow bigger the distance between earth becomes greater
Now the buds look down at the flowers, realising what they never did before
That they are nothing but ill-spreaders and liars
Now they smile down at them...
A/N
Sorry for this shitty poem, but I had to update. So I made this very quickly. I still hope y'all enjoyed it.
Have a great morning/day/evening/night!
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