Flowers feed on ashes, soil, fertilizers
and mostly murky water, clear only sometimes.
Still they are beautiful. sacred and send
sweet scents into the breeze.
We love seeing their colors. Our hearts feel pleasure.
But look at man.
Once angels bowed to him. He enjoys flowers
drinks water purer than tears
and eats dark red apples. Still, he is ugly.
I wonder why!
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