Cosmic Flower
If aliens took Neanderthals
And tweaked their little brains
Making them just smart enough
To work with little complaint
The answers to my questions
During this exhausting search for truth
Would be revealed when I look around
And behold the living proof
Like hybrids that man creates
To harvest for our use
Be it vegetable, decorative
Or trees for bearing fruit
The smile that comes to my lips
When I see her from afar
Is knowing that a 'Space Monet"
Created the sweetest smelling flower
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