her pedals slick with dew
i want to cherish and nourish you
stealing sips down by the river
burning forests so she won't shiver

losing grip within her roots
mistakes made are nothing new
the sun hides but my, am I clever
a way to keep you fed forever

with an anger quenched on what's around
as the ruby remnants touch the ground
you're my favorite flower now... who knew.
so, what terrible thing should I do next for you?