"The Parable of the Flowers of the Garden."

All the flowers of the Garden are wilted...

It seems to me, they've lost their fragrance
and have become, altogether less beautiful
I walked through the rows, all arranged
skillfully and noticed what appeared to be...

Weeping

So I asked the gardener why such a thing
would be going on and he said, "Joy has
left the earth,"
"Whereas people used to find happiness in
the simplest of things, they now could care
less, because to them, there's no such thing,"

"No walking the fields hand-in-hand with the
one you love and picking an miscellaneous
assortment to make up a bouquet to enrich
your home,"

"So the weeping of the flowers is because
they are neglected and forgotten and forlorn
but when, "Apocalypse/Ragnarok," comes and
the veil is lifted they then will be cherished
once more,"

So walked I away deep in musing at the parable
that the gardener had put forth and contemplated
his downcast demeanor which he didn't speak
of but it said millions of thoughts that even if he
had tried, his words would by his face be betrayed

And knowledge rained down like a Professor
teaching Academia at University...

We, are the flowers that have lost all our comely
appearance and no one cares or loves to enjoy
what we are in the field of earthly endearment...
No eccentric vases adorn our homes with the
fragrant assortment of the true flowers, we are...

No Love or Joy or Peace; no Understanding that
causes us to live together in Harmony; no
Perseverance whereby we can Endure all shit that
comes our way and Enjoy life; no Hope and Trust
or inner solitude that brings us through

But when, "Apocalypse/Ragnarok," comes it will
bring purging fire that washes away and regenerates
all things and raise the Vail and cause these flowers
to from our hearts once more, live again