Lean a lesson

A teacher tells his student the secrets to be wise,
The student shows his teacher, new feats that can be strived.
And in all its glory, a cycle is formed, an inner balance,
And a lesson is learned.

A farmer plants a seed, and waters the land,
He cares; he pampers and sings to the seedling
The seed has grown, into a strong tree.

A flower grows from upon the ground,
With every petal, its beauty is sound.
There are some thorns and there are some pricks,
But over-all the flower is beautiful.
The hand reaches out, and grasps the flower
Rips it from the ground, cheering in laughter.
The flower is happy, it has a new home,
But the flower starts dying; it’s no longer strong
It withers and dries and wastes away
The flower is not beautiful anymore, any day.

Two friends write a song, a beautiful melody, for all to sing along.
But they write it for themselves, for a mutual bond.
The song is peaceful which a steady heart beat,
Both friends’ hearts are beating as one.
The song is about love, friendship, and standing by each other.
The song is about truth, and respect, and doing the right thing,
But the friends never finished their song – they stoped being friends,
Things went wrong.
Now the music is playing but there are no words, the songs not finished,
And the heartbeats are different.

The teacher failed the student, and the farmers’ tree died.
The flower dried up, and the two friends cried.
For what reason did it happen, and just who is to blame?
Somebody is wrong, and the right man insane.