Leave Or Kill

A land bare is prepared ere fruits can grow. Broken, beaten till all blood sink below. Stuffed with fresh decay - the food for it's soul. Every vein is stretched to birth happy grapes. Goodly seeds are tidily put in place Like carefully stacked books on the brain's shelf. With speed, the seeds grow and stressed hearts are wet. Watching and wetting till lost plants finds place. In time, he learns life plants it's own wild seeds. Which spreads like rain drops the more help he adds. Starving it's host as it hides under proud leaves. Bearing roots of greed, sex appeal and pride. These wild beings are barely seen till a close peek. Which when left turns the one thing left to see. The much tilled field turns wild if let to be. Daily deaths of tender aliens keeps the field green.