Poem - When flowers bloom

When a seed is planted into the ground,
the farmers sowing hasn't started.
He's a patient man. But, even still,
his patience is tried so much so he exits.
And when he leaves to go away,
the tempests come to try our patience,
for we only want what's best for all
and protect what we've got while it grows.

So up it grows, while the farmers gone,
and radiance beams on a daily basis;
the bees will come and attempt to make
their honey, because its only natural
while its sunny. For the farmer would
even find it funny. If only he had
a little bit of money, which he'd saved at
home before but greater things are even
more across the water, where he needs
to be; because he's not a bee.

A gardener waters his gorgeous fields
with the right idea to maintain such
beauty. So when the roses blossom and
flowers bloom, it could never be like
any other, like a daughter running to
her mother. Or a hero fighting for
his lover. What a plot of land we
bore in front of us! The battle grounds
exist no longer; there's new life to
keep us stronger - and why not?