There are gardens filled with thorns.
Alike to people.
For there can be angry, shallow, dried up humans.
Working only to destroy,
Leaving morals behind, for the life of tragedies.
There are gardens filled with stone
Polished, jagged, worthless. But a pretty sight neverless.
Same goes for humans.
No more than a pretty face with a rough personality.
Rocks should not reflect character.
There are gardens filled with trees.
Productive to no end, working constantly day and night, never taking a break.
Alike to humans.
The stress and the pain builds up, untill you are eventually chopped down.
There are gardens filled with flowers.
Beautiful, useful, different.
Alike to people.
Flowers are the best kind of people.
But alas.
The most beautiful flowers burn brightest.
