God's Roses

In life there are, you know it, those who'll pluck the most exquisite rose in selfish greed and place it in a vase, and, later, in the bin. The rose, you also know, was grown to brighten lives all on its own, a part of Nature, just like trees and busybody honeybees. Now, it is also known to all that those who truly have the gall to take what grows there, in the wild as God's own legacy, his child are those who never had a dream, they stand and raise their fists and scream up to the clouds to rant and rave and think themselves as rather brave. They will not touch the common tools, and think that working is for fools. They yell at God that He has grown few roses for them all to own.