Underground United

Underground united they all took root A flower grew, a moonflower or two Each night it grew a little more It felt exposed but sure, sure A prayer had been answered. Their old world had been turned to burning straw A barren field lay in front of them It was strewn with wildflowers But only one really honestly mattered. Underground united, they took root Tendrils entwined a starlit trellis And there again a moonflower grew Who knew pollinators became inebriated Who knew they'd become intoxicated on the morning dew just to sate only the best given few. Who knew? Who knew - was it only a given few?