The roses lay in wait
with their backs
to the wall.
Better to be prepared
than having
to stall.
The clematis climbed up high
with a view
from the vine.
The humans were coming
and that's never
a good sign.
The daisies crunched down low
in the wide open
field.
They were sweating in the sun
refusing
to yield.
The lilies did not waver.
They were standing
very tall
and when the anarchy
arrived
would this be nature's last call?
The tears on the bluebells
were not from
the rain
as they no longer
felt safe
in their own domain.
The smiles once
so colorful
with the most fragrant smell
is now anticipating the devastation
of the visitors
from hell.
So the floral population
will brace
for a perennial death
and each flower has a gun
as they take
their last breath.
*******
with their backs
to the wall.
Better to be prepared
than having
to stall.
The clematis climbed up high
with a view
from the vine.
The humans were coming
and that's never
a good sign.
The daisies crunched down low
in the wide open
field.
They were sweating in the sun
refusing
to yield.
The lilies did not waver.
They were standing
very tall
and when the anarchy
arrived
would this be nature's last call?
The tears on the bluebells
were not from
the rain
as they no longer
felt safe
in their own domain.
The smiles once
so colorful
with the most fragrant smell
is now anticipating the devastation
of the visitors
from hell.
So the floral population
will brace
for a perennial death
and each flower has a gun
as they take
their last breath.
*******