A sweet, scented flower you were
Beckoning on nectar-loving pollinators
Full of energy, vigour and life
Blessed in diverse, beautiful ways
Is it the flora and fauna you did not create?
Or the sun that gives you light and warmth?
Precious ores you never buried?
Well, they remain your creator’s little secret
Diversity in colour and culture?
The taste of liberty you had at a time?
Or the look of triumph you once gave the world?
You bore light for your six siblings
But did you envision your offspring with clashing swords?
Or your deserts extending to vegetation?
Your petals ripped in shreds with no pity?
Did you feel that your elements would one day speak disaster and terror?
Your footprints erased? Or your flame extinguished?
Did you ever imagine your spark in the mud?
Your young, resources scampering for safety/
You fell! With your back to the ground!
Why do you look alienated?
You lost your balance, your evenness too
Why does the warmth you emit feel...