N:-A crime of Nature

A Crime of Nature

The flowers weren't quite open,
The fruit was still unripe,
Then you came and stripped them,
Of all that was in sight.

The branches fell and withered,
The stems were left quite bare,
All the buds diminished,
As if they had never been there.

Abandoned in the darkness,
No one seemed to care.
Their screams were left unnoticed,
It hardly seemed too fair.

Left alone to grow,
To regain what now was gone.
No more seeds left to sow,
Yet somehow they'll carry on.

Then the light appeared,
It fell on every leaf,
It soaked up all the pain,
And took away all of the grief.