who fulfills all their needs
She brings breath in their lungs
Though not a token for her deeds
Cheeks blushed and lips red
A voice like great thunder
She pricks all who come close
And her mind goes down under
They'll hit the ground softly
Even in death they condemn
Not a trace of their youth
They'll wilt like the stars
It's their will, it's the truth
Not a trace of their kindness
Not remembered as beautiful
Not your grace or your highness
It will crack, It will fall
because they don't care at all
The roots will then shrivel
Under the ground beneath sight
Giving way without fright
Like the brightest full moon
No one will know it was there
Gone in the blink of an eye
And nobody knew the parts
It all took to keep it alive
The leaves and the petals
Were all apart of the vessel