Try to guess what it's about, then help me edit it... The Doomed Seed
Within this soil was planted a seed,
A seed that was to grow,
And grow it did -- it did indeed;
It grew beyond our wildest dreams
From bud to bush with roses of red,
But upon closer view thorns adorned their stems.
And so it grew and did not cease
Until it grew beyond its garden
And stole into its neighbor's soil
And took its place without a pardon.
As time went on more thorns arose,
And the buds began to wither,
And the red shade of each rose
Changed to violet as they closed,
But the bushes grew and grew,
Though much too large and quite askew.
It weathered winters far too cold
And summers far too hot,
And though others endured
They were but a small lot.
Now it is winter again,
But this time it is colder,
And the storms have yet to subside,
And its branches have brittled as it's gotten older.
Others will perish unless with haste
A new seed is planted in its place.
So long past this winter,
Upon the vernal equinox,
A new seed must be planted
Among this teeming rot.
