Garden Metaphor

The green patch was wild and overgrown, the tallest grassy scrapers vied for length, some had risen skywards and ended in bloom, others were lying in lowly gloom, each got support of fertile ground, as land water was aplenty and abound, they presented a site ugly and uncouth, and was hurting sensibilities in a scathe, my eyes were sore for long, such injustice and inequality I could not sight, I got the mower and cut them all to size, behold what pretty it looked, all neat and equal and nicely booked, our egos are same, they play tall and short games, and develop and nurture good and bad aims, cut them to amenable heights, and in group you would look a pretty sight.