The Flowers and the Insects

The sun shone high in the sky, 
Clouds floated lazily by,
The flowers opened in the warmth of the sun, 
They swayed in the gentle breeze. 

By those who had ears, a droning noise could be heard, 
By those who had eyes, insects - 
Horrible, giant insects - could be seen, 
But the flowers could not hear, could not see, 
The insects descended into the open flowers, 
They gripped and discharged 
Cold, corrosive liquid into the hearts of the flowers, 
Which froze and closed, 
The insects tore their way out,
The flowers lay broken, screamed silently
That evil ruled.