A poem:

Nature is quite beautiful,
An angel of healing, 
Yet there live amidst it
Devils of killing

Some grow in the open,
Some grow in stealth
Eat any by chance,
Be besieged by death

A plant vespertine
A true beauty indeed!
A fruit thorny and green,
Behold, the jimsonweed!

The mad apple, it’s called;
A truly beautiful sight
One among the Moon flowers,
As blooms bright in the night

An eye catching plant,
A devil in disguise.
Ne’er eat those mad apples,
Els’t suffer a painful demise.

Be it the roots or fruits,
‘Tain’t edible at all.
Swallow not any part
Els’t meet your downfall

Many more exist,
Harmless at first sight.
But let your curiosity wander,
You won’t live to see the light.

Nature is beautiful,
An entity immortal
‘T can be destructive,
And  be mortal.

-The Forgers of Fantasy

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