The blue starmorning glory blows it’s

pollen out and all the dust flies around the garden like bird echelons.

The petals are as soft as a fully stuffed pillow.

The roots are as sharp as a silver pointy sword

it’s as tangled as barbwire.

The stem is strong and dependable

to hold up the flower which one

petal is the weight of a boulder.

The Burning Ash Tree throws fire and

smoke whilst he waits for the ambers to

fade off the branches.

They bend and scream when they feel

the hideous touch of water.

The twigs are as sharp as an armadillo and are as pointy as a nail.

No trees now remain

thanks to this the tree is one

of the most dangerous this planet has seen.

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