The sun shines on the flowers who thrive
Their faces pointed toward the great orb, growing strong and beautiful
Smiling flower faces
And bees swarm spreading a variety of pollen and enjoying the sweet honey it gives
On the other side of the sun are the flowers who grow weak and twisted
Shadows cast on their decay
Barely getting enough light to survive
They will fall behind never befriending the butterflies, but instead attracting the worms and maggots
And then there are the weeds that will grow up through the slum
They will use corruption from the forest floor
And do their best to spread and strangle the flowers that face the sun
Can you blame them?
It is that or nothing, but ugly just the same
Have you ever tasted the sweet reward of honey?
Or have you fallen with worms in your ears, slowly decaying?
It is your decision to make
May the sun shine on your face