The Failure of Flowers

Until beauty is not seen but commonplace sand grit within the beholders eye shall destroy all praise of its form It is the fault of flowers and the misery of trees that nothing could stir them so vigorously none but the salve of deserts awareness But sees not how they lay decked in clamorous giving pardon to their sacrifice their despised measure of loves innocence augmenting wretched prayers For their contrivance to wealth the failure of flowers to share such potent awareness and leaves their souls destitute Such are the wages of air the ingrained immorality they share dictates a system of dominance filling their need with the acquisition of emptiness It is the failure of flowers to remind them to hold nothing more in the palm of their hand and the ever voracious ego crushes the petal which could have saved them