Ideas

I once met a farmer whose name was Brain

He gave me a packet of seeds

All that was needed was sunshine and rain

To grow these flowers, trees, and weeds

And I planted a seed into the ground

Kneeled down to wait, and peered in close

And to my surprise I suddenly found

A fabulous fantastic rose

I pondered upon this wonderful sight

To see my idea come to life

All people and I found it a delight

That my rose ceased all of the strife

The next seed I planted grew so slow

And with it hope and greater glee

And as I lingered it began to grow

Into presumably a tree

The tree was grand and was grounded by roots

For it was my greatest notion

Receiving much praise I gathered the fruit

From my tree of premonition

And lastly, I dropped a dangerous seed

Oh! A detrimental concept

For out of the dirt exploded a weed

Oh! And from What I could percept

The weed killed the flower, tore it to shreds

And with its thorns had choked the tree

So there the plants lay, withered and dead

I wept, for these were a part of me

So I met with the one they called the Brain

And demanded that he explain

The farmer was stern, neither happy or sad

He calmly concluded the idea was bad