Where sunlight dances, through leaves so green,
Petallia blossoms, a vibrant queen.
Petals unfurl, in hues of rose,
A beauty fierce, where magic grows.
Once protector, gentle and wise,
Nurturing life, beneath sunlit skies.
But greed arose, shadows unfurled,
Twisting its essence, harming the world.
With thorned vines grasp, and fragrant sigh,
It guards its domain, beneath a watchful eye.
Pollen explodes, a dazzling display,
Sweetness and danger, in a swirling ballet.
Legends speak of power untold,
Hidden within, stories yet unfold.
Can beauty heal, where thorns pierce deep?
Or will vengeance forever sleep?
Through blooming gardens and tangled bowers,
Petallia dances, defying nature’s powers.
Hope struggles bright, amidst the bloom,
Will harmony return, dispelling gloom?
But deep within, a memory gleams,
Of gardens peaceful, bathed in sunlit beams.
Perhaps the flower, with thorns and grace,
Can find redemption, mend this troubled space.
So let it bloom, a fragrant might,
And from the thorns, let kindness take flight.
For Petallia holds, a hidden key,
To mend the world, and finally, be free.