The flower sits before the tree,
it is like an antagonist of nature.
The rainbows fall against the clouds:
colors burst into a buffet of light.
Rain travels down into a puddle of water
portraying the sight of an ugly ox.
The strength is weak; it collapses to the ground,
life flows out like a stream of consciousness.
Back to the daisy and the overpowering oak,
A lightning bolt strikes both.
The war fades over, the mist evaporates,
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