In the garden of Apollo,
Where nymphs danced and laughed freely,
The happiness lasted an eternity,
But all good things come to an end.
The day the party stopped,
Flowers wilted,
People pouted,
And the ground became infertile.
A man fell in the dirt,
His uniform covered in mud,
The rain poured down,
And gunshots were heard all around.
Little did he know,
The last remnants of happiness and peace,
Lay beneath him.
A mother and daughter fought,
At the front doors of a supermall,
Not a stalk of grass to be seen,
For miles and miles.
Little did they know,
A warzone lay beneath them.
A husk of a structure stood,
It looked over the ruins,
Of a once populated place,
Littered with green and abandoned.
No one could know,
Sprouting from the ground,
Grew Apollo's flower.
