Dying Flowers
A blossom fallen from a tree
A flower crushed to the floor
Both destroyed by humans feet
So they don't live anymore
A rose snapped from its stem
Is withering on the ground
It will be crushed when children play
And never will be found
A butterfly, dead by human hands
Was caught in a net
Her wingshave beencrushed and ripped
But humans will forget
A leaf floated off a tree
And fell onto the dirt
How do we know, leaves don't feel pain
How can they not hurt?
Nature gradually is being
Destroyed by our own race
So one day a tiny daisy
May never show her face.