An incurable coward,
and a poisoned animal
find a bud about to bloom
and they wait.
sit across each other,
the bud in between.
The coward speaks his fear in a language the flower doesn’t understand.
The animal waters it with its poisoned spit.
So the day comes that the flower blooms.
And its beautiful.
Oh so beautiful.
Yet it speaks of fears in a language I don't understand.
And the soil it roots in is poisoned.
The coward asks the flower to help him get over his fears.
The animal asks for a cure.
Yet the flower asks for water,
but neither cares.