Nothing like a flower, but more like a painting.

Colors galore

Right to the core.

Wild excitment held within the petals.

Starts with blue to purple and red.

Then softens to orange to yellow with a light uneven tread.

Such magnificence, so bold and so bright.

It draws and it beckons, such masterpiece,

Such temptation, such power, one feels obliged to release.

But be wary and be cautious, for even beauty can deceive.

A wild meadow filled with these wild flowers.

The petals, the petals. Look at the petals!

They consume and they swallow and eat at the tree that falls.

Snap! Crack!

A slow and burning glow,

Its heat shall surely flow.

It brings not life, but pain.

And with one touch, your head shall surely reel.

And your fate be sealed.