Ok, I was bored... and, I wanted to say hey. WANT A POEM?! TAKE IT! TAKE IT WITH PRIDE AND READ!
Grey flowers dying in the glare of the moon,
Won't anyone come to save them, soon?
Pink flowers, once so happy and full of life
Now wondering when to use that knife.
Yellow flowers, resembling the heating sun
Seeing that their lives are now done.
Blue flowers crushed by the magical force of waves
Their bodies buried in the graves.
Life is precious, you see?
We live, you and me.
We are like these flowers, doomed to wilt.
Maybe one day, our history shall be in a quilt?
. . . Yeah, the last sentence is kinda lame. . .
But, this has a message!