Flowers profess their loyalty to life
Decay does also albeit to death
Both constantly kindling fires in Man's hearth
Flowers in gentle glows that remind us of goodness to grow
Decay with fires fierce that show us tumultuous fails we face
Both constantly kindling fires in Man's hearth
Flowers with her Angelic followers in tow, higher up she towers
Decay with his damned Demons, tirades amassed by Minions
Both constantly kindling fires in Man's hearth.
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