Children

We are the flowers of this world
You are our Gardener
You watch over us
Take care of us
And love us

We can go in whatever direction we please
All on what you have tough us
We can be beautiful and bright
Dim and sorrowful

We can grow wild
Or calm
We can grow tall
Or short
We can make many
Or we can have none

But there are some who are rejected and end up.....
Dead
These die
They don't come back

But don't worry
Don't fret
For those who have died
Will help the others grow
But there are some
Some who live only as...
Monsters

The worst part is
Some of these die....
But only the worst live.
And they
They multiply