A Fairy Tale Of Sorts Poem by Dan Reynolds

A Fairy Tale Of Sorts



There once was a flower who learned how to think
evolving to harness it's best chance of life
no visible brain and no definite link
to show how or when it fell on its own knife.
For as it evolved it saw chances to rest
relying on beauty for its future seed,
as man, captivated this plant at its best
and so cultivated this true prize indeed.
As the flower developed it petals and sheen
increasingly moving away from its roots
no nectar was needed, no insects were seen
as man took his cuttings, they worked in cahoots.
Till one day the flower changed one stroke too far
assuming the men would attend,
so just as the fate of the Tsaress and Tsar,
the strings of their genes met a quite abrupt end.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Chuck Audette 02 March 2012

Intriguing. Sounds like a case against GMOs. -chuck

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Patti Masterman 26 August 2011

Ha, this is an amazingly true-sounding tale, no less due to the art of it's creator- may you never become sterile in your writing attempts; and may you grow deep roots down to the center of your being (a redundant wish for you perhaps; you appear to be drinking from deep, deep springs as it is..)

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