There once was a flower who learned how to think br evolving to harness it's best chance of life br no visible brain and no definite link br to show how or when it fell on its own knife. br For as it evolved it saw chances to rest br relying on beauty for its future seed, br as man, captivated this plant at its best br and so cultivated this true prize indeed. br As the flower developed it petals and sheen br increasingly moving away from its roots br no nectar was needed, no insects were seen br as man took his cuttings, they worked in cahoots. br Till one day the flower changed one stroke too far br assuming the men would attend, br so just as the fate of the Tsaress and Tsar, br the strings of their genes met a quite abrupt end.