Walking the fields down the end of the road,
I witnessed beauty’s grace.
But first I saw the flowers,
Inviting me to their parade.
I saw the roses, so red and blue,
Beautiful and unmatched, they ruled every hue.
But walking down the road so narrow,
I noticed people making sorrow.
And I watched the sunflowers, shining so bright,
Matched in everything but light.
Yet looking at others, I see,
Downcast by pride and conceit.
Then I gazed at the orchids, full of mystery,
Pleasing everyone they see.
And yet deceit was not rare,
In the community.
And so remember, my friend or foe,
Beauty is a sight to behold,
But betrayal lies with beauty,
And so, my friend, choose wisely.