Eat your greens though its suggested not to smoke them,
Nature nurture is it a habit or a routine?
Raised these roots up in this concrete flowerbed,
Surprised to see them, fuck it we'll cut them anyway.
These cycling blades wont look right on your insides,
Split the whittled rings that bar you from the blossom,
Try to struggle through some cracks in the alleyways,
Savor seconds in the sunlight or the acid rain,
Mimicry of the breeze that you dance with,
Wrestle weeds for some streaks of the sky's gold,
Seedless ethics pollinate the plant's perception,
You've been pruned, cloned and put on display,
The framed crisis stemmed here, sprouted cynosure,
Green thumbs tend the start of the undergrowth,
Mother nature only cared when you were grown,
Subtle saplings start their journey introverted,
Integrate the night and looked upon the doubting eye,
So much light exists, you know its not for you.
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