19 Boys and 19 Girls Exploring Everything!!

Gardener
Born with,
The thumb tainted,
Smeared in emerald green,
Gifted with,
The strength,
Skill and knowledge,
To strip,
The life from the skies,
The dash of colors,
That lights u the dark night,
To strip,
The beauty of,
The seven colored ring in the skies,
Ravaging of it's beauty,
Keeping them hostage,
Stashing them into,
The barren,
Empty green orb,
Dark,
Old yet musty,
Only the scarce strands of light,
Of the blazing ball,
Penetrates the green orb,
The barren wasteland......
In the orb,
Yet laid beneath it,
The life of the skies,
Blended with the Seven colored ring,
The beauty of the oracle,
Silently sleeping......
Awaiting the waking of a brand new world,
The dawn of new day,
Staring out,
The start of light,
End of darkness,
Yet sadness filled them,
As the arise from the grounds of death,
Only to meet,
As the dark sorcerer returns,
With his loot in hand,
As the saw the fruit of his bitterness,
Beautiful......
Pure stunning beauty,
In front of the man,
Whom led a hideous life before,
Reaching out,
To feel,
The silkiness of the petals,
Shining bright in the darkness,
To reflect of all that he had done,
Hatred filled him,
For that which he became,
Turning over a new leaf,
From a dark sorcerer,
To a white magician,
Flourishing the,
Dreams and hopes,
Of others,
Surged with adrenaline,
Working for days and night,
Filling the green orb with colors of the world,
And some that men never knew,
Planting,
Nurturing,
Over and over......
The circle of life......
Lousy poem......No point reading it......