At What Cost

Flowers illuminated by happiness.

Our beloved nature's first green is gold.

Nothing wild can be put with scrappiness.

After all this nature must not be sold.

Butterflies will pass with flying colours.

The wind will give out life to all fellow trees.

When a cloud cries it means new creations.

Animals deserve to frolic without strife.

Flowers, grass, and trees are not all to see.

Things will come and go but will always grow.

Growth is similar to trees, they must have needs.

For all we know some seeds will never know.

And in return, we ruin everything they love.

So, we can feel a little bit above.