things are not what they
seem; tangled roots and
spirally stems, boast
a bouquet of blossoms
so harmless, they are scary.
tread carefully, whispers
the leaves, watchful and
aimless, each blade of grass
trembles at my mane of
yellow petals and sweet-
tasting rain. i am everlasting,
i am forgotten in place
of cheaper names,
tread carefully, and
please, learn to fear my name.

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