Flower Beds

I'm a fruit of the tree of life with knowledge of the unknown What I'm known to leave floats above trees with grown broken branches I've grown to see that not all soil is fertile as many seeds are left to languish & toil The grounds are barren for the unyielding & those sowing with dirty intent to spoil Foiling that type of harvest is light work as I'm of a heavier metal The petals of my flowering are yet to be seen but are iron clad I'm feral & the sowing of oats breed chaos in tamed minds of the past We reach for what is hard to grasp but is within our clutches for time is at hand We're blocking out hate that's been hashed as we escape from boxes part of a plan The sham was meant to throw heads while they rested on pillows soundly in their beds We make our beds & will lay regardless of how they've been made Some dream while awake while others sleep through all of their days They spray with intent to wilt & cover their tracks from eyes We evaporate leaving trails behind like leaves in favor of friendly skies It all falls to ground like flowers at the end of their days Before you know it its risen again like rain from its puddled grave