Flowers: Pristine Value, Artificial Levy

In Nature's ordained sphere No chalice, vial, or bioengineer Earth's mantle only doting peer Sun's warmth growth to cheer Heaven's tap nutrients to steer Only providence, stalk will shear Covetous hands beauty, scent desire Manufactured warmth to inspire Coiffed petals sprout love's devotion Fragrant oils drained into entrancing potion Poached nutrients put limp bodies into motion Lotions, balms salve weathered skin's erosion Yet preening utility of man Can never pure essence expand Nor flower's value re-brand Abridging time worth does countermand Cunning artifice cannot pristine form command Flower's true identity encrypted in the land