Rose Garden

The flowers
Had a meeting today
They decided one type
Makes a better display
You may have been orange and tall by design
But we want only red and short
On vines
So one by one each type was cut
Until only roses were left

But

The garden wasn't made for the garden
The flowers don't exist for themselves
The bees and the birds were missing their perch
And the foxes suffered as well
Nothing alive is pointless
The weed, the bug, or you
We each have a role before us
And we exist for it as we do
When roses decide you're unwelcome
Remember you were never a rose
And even the weed is important
Realize your role and grow