The Flower

Look at it, standing tall trying to intimidate me,
That razor leaf is softly enlightening, brightening,
The flower, while appealing its strength, its dominance,
Over all the neighbours that don’t stand a chance.

Weakness it has, only but the sun, controlling direction,
Dictating where to move, when to move, when it dies,
Yet it doesn’t touch, and it can kill, those razor leafs can,
Wilt, soften, sway gently in the wind, a ladybirds delight.

Mingled stems congregate, blocking the views, they,
Pray to the sun, they beg for forgiveness, even if they,
Die, they will see the light, artificial or metaphorical,
Eternal growth is satisfied, how big will it grow?

Those bright scarlet leafs emit plentiful satisfaction,
Those leafs will be replanted, their veins carry on,
Reproduce young flower, keep your genes for the future,
Only then will I provide the birds and the bees.

Here is your marriage bed, planted with your delights,
Essence in time ensures your ultimate future,
Neglect? This is your birthmark, you must?
Correct, Choose your own marriage bed young flower?

The poems initial reading may reveal a simplistic naturous poem, but there is a completely different message here if anyone can spot it?