In the deep hole made by men. Greed laid forth to find the wealth. Black gold hidden away. A sin to those of failing health. Those who dig for the rich company. Only to be used. Yet they see. Within the darkness a flower of old, shining in the walls of coal.
We call them dark flowers. Unseen by the one who wheel the power. For in the black walls, another piece of history falls. To the greed of a pecular breed. Unconcerned with what was so long ago. They burn and turn with unconcern. They care not to know.
Above the ground they build there mansions for all the world to see. Not knowing the beauty within the darkness. that illuminates against the wall. A piece of history.The candle lit wall of ferns a million years old. What is beauty to them with hearts so cold?
If ever you the chance to go deep within the earth in the coal mines. Where sound is as absent as the light. Dark flowers I pray you see and find. The history lost with each dig, somehow doesn't seem right.
For the miner knows, The miner see's within the darkness There is a world with the taste of sulpher. Who's beauty is in the secret flowers. pressed, preserved in time. Beauty the world above can't offer. Dark flowers the true treasure of the mine.
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