Ellen: Hey! Here's another of my poetry brainchildren. I didn't mean
for it to be so sad, but the words, "birds cry" and "die" were the
first to pop into my head while writing it. It's meant to be oriented
towards Kurama, but please don't flame me if it doesn't meet your
standards, because I'm not sure how good this poem actually is.

Fwooshy: It's absolutely terrible. You should be ashamed of yourself.

Ellen: Shut up.

Can nature ever heal?

I hear the birds' sad cry

For the life the humans steal,

Oh rose, how could you die?

All my life I've wondered,

Can plants actually live?

Or have they simply slumbered,

For science their life to give?

Like the fox and bear I sleep,

Not only during wintertime,

But always to myself I keep,

Do I suffer for some crime?

Alas, I fear I'll never know,

Though little rose, I loved you so...

Ellen: Also, this poem needs a title. So far the title is, "Untitled," but that doesn't have the right ring to it, you know?

Cheddar: All suggestions are appreciated! Please don't flame us!