Death to a Wildflower

Carnations dyed...or rather, died 
for their beautiful petals of various hues.
As they assert their elegance with tint imbued,
the wildflowers cried.

The sunflower thrives in attention to sunshine,
while its companions are stripped.
The intensity of the flames will rip
the wildflowers from their vine.

The camellia, with blood, relates with the rose
and shines upon the grave.
Soon the soil will be stained a slave
where the wildflowers pose.

For when the wildflowers nurture their Face,
their end will be their vanity in grace.

The End

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