The Nature of Roses

 

The maestro spoke,
"To all the poets;
what is the nature of the rose?"
And yet, longing to speak, the poets sat in silence.

The maestro moves on to the next,

"To all the scientists; what is the nature of the rose to the rose-bed?" 

"A bed of roses!" Exclaims a poet.     
"Quiet",  said a scientist, "it was asked of me.  And besides, that's a dumb answer. 

Its the soil",  he snarled at her,  staring.

"It is a relation made by way of a symbiotic flow.  A flow of energy that proceeds the mycorrhiza to the soil, then to the stem, on  toward the petals."

Noticing the poets limbs,  as his eyes rose to her lips.

The poet sat with a thorn in her chest.  
The scientist, with them sticking out from his head.  

The maestro continued,

"To all the philosophers; what is nature?" 

Upon hearing this,  all the philosophers in the room stood up and got naked, and then started an argument over who was the nakedest. 

In trying to unsee this, the poet & the scientist left.  

The maestro passed out.