Plant your seed of generosity
Let it bloom so that it may reach me
Let the petals of pleasure tickle my nose
And watch as the stems of sympathy grow

Let me hear the one billion buzzing bees
And their sweet melodies of sympathy
Carrying their nectar to and fro
With their tiny and timid toes

Let me watch as the buds open
Producing tender roses by the dozen
Let me smell the sweet scent of solitude
And watch the humming bird of servitude

Let me stand afar, peaking through my window
As the sky slowly casts a dark shadow
Let me see the world turn to brown
Having done so without a sound

Plant your seed of tyranny
And watch it slowly become the enemy
Let the thorns of torture terrorize children
And watch as vines of villainy choke millions

Let me hear the century old coyotes
And their harborous howls echoing in the breeze
Running with the pack to and fro
In the hopes of dragging a dead carcass home

Let me watch as  petals fall down
Leaving eerie traces of death on the ground
Let the spiteful scent of repulse rot in the air
And feel the spirit of evil send its scare.