The Hidden Danger Of Beauty Poem by Reginald Reid

Beauty can be sinister

Hills ablaze with yellow flowers
Saint John's wort spreads out for hours
Patterson's curse adds purple hue
Each rising tall on slender stalk
As to the sun they bow and talk
And steal the light from ground well out of view.

In the subdued lower gloom
The grasses struggle where there is room
Beneath the green leafed trees with forks
Branching out these mighty limbs so strong
Become a stage for birds in song
But often songs of warning they might sing.

Concealed amongst this garden beauty
Red bellied black snake sees his duty
Some small prey it might be today
But should you accidentally find his space
He'll strike with fangs and you embrace
The beauty of the wild can be very sinister and first aid you must administer.