FETAL PETAL
The gorgeous garden blossoms, The wallowing wind blows, Golden rays radiate red flowers, The morning dew sparkles sepals, Thee pretty perilous petals grow and glow, Releasing sweet scents. We the butterflies, Beautifully fly in the air, The pretty perilous petals attract, They silently stare and lure, Thirsting for our lives. We are warned, But oblivious of the peril, We prolong our proboscises, Slowly and steadily we suck, We sack the nectar sack, We feel so high, But our vision so nigh. For a
