by UC Poika

    As gods we looked at roses rife with thorns,
    We examined other flowers that never bloomed,
    We watched clouds with only wind, bring no rain,
    We stood in wonder at trees that brought no leaves,
    Like a mighty oak dropping all its acorns
    Finding none aground, though none were consumed,
    Our minds reeled for such events were insane
    And as perfection eluding us our heart thus grieves,
    For we understand their best was never known,
    Nature's desire had found no fulfilling dreams
    Amid disaster when her goals were overthrown,
    The blighter's bastions had won the fight it seems!
    O brave heart battle the blight that thwarts your growth
    Lest you wind up a bit of something we both would loath!