A SLAUGHTERED FLOWER

Just to earn a penny or two,
The seller slaughtered a flower with dew.

Just bloomed, may be first day or second.
Just started to smile with beetles but got end.

He was the darling of spring indeed.
But one couldn't sense, blind in greed.

May be a day or more,
His corpse would lie in a lane or store.

It would've been a part,
Of bees, honey and beetles' heart.

But the slaughterer didn't care,
About his life and others' stare.

Flower is a very short time beauty,
Let's not make it shorter to descry.

Leave it to fragrant the air,
Let it cheer with it's pair.