Trusty soil.

Our ambitions seek to justify the actions of our foe, in a world of only flowers would compassion grow?

For what seed is it we plant in nature's trusty soil, if by greed we feel that need, to pluck one out and spoil!

For aren't we just like flowers we tend to nurture and we grow, the more we use our hearts, love begins to show,

And when we seek to damage one the garden leaves a space
And nothing can regain that flower once it's lost its place.