Thorns and Roses
Unpollinated flower
All truth discloses
The coming of the hour
The Bee sting fatal
Her venom meaner still
Like with all living mortals
The predator claims his kill
As the season changes
The fox now on the prowl
The shed's door without hinges
Distant echoes of a savage howl
Nature being the mother
Her ways more coy and poised
Science the foster father
His truth now freely voiced...
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