The Plant's Curse (An original poem)

The embodiment of love 

And the lies comprehended, 

Thou art beneath 

The life of a ripened bud.

The creed of sorrow 

The Crown of pain,

A life so narrow 

The love that is slain.   

The spoils of the Earth 

To rise to power, 

Don't adjudge the wrath 

That can tower. 

A war so sublime, 

To destroy the rhyme 

Of the race that boasts, 

The most colorful toasts.  

For every plant in debark,

A curse is planted 

And the debt will rankle, 

The human heart obsolete.