02/06
- Where will the honesty lie
- When weeds do grow
- and tangled stems
- Searching for the light
- Do blindly twist and turn
- before they settle for the night
- And where will the honesty lie
- When genetic flowers spawn
- And dance at inappropriate times
- distilling fears in blossoms
- Of unique beauty, some so small
- Their presence sadly felt
- for what a wayward tree
- was built for these.
- How damaged by the harvest
- From the rapid plough
- Have the seeds of the honesty bean
- When the scent is scarce
- And the trace of the flower lean.
Why lies the beauty when it comes to honesty?
Why lies the man as he begins the climb of the wretched tree?
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