Dusk (Green house)

Dusty past, useless turf and resentment lives here
Barren I've been since the big bang
Vultures paraded on my turf when another one bit the dust
With no one to trust, not even a tree survived this desertification

And summer came, thank the clouds for the incessant rain
Jolly and saturated to my brim
But on my left a greens house pumps life
At dusk the fire flies like scarecrows keep the hunters away from the heart
Inside the florist keeps the flower smiling
The dust rises and the wind blows wild protecting what’s inside
My soul
Covering all my flaws
I exist. Live. Breath.
I need love and my soul is hungry and empty

The flowers represent peace and my introvert being
The hive of bees represent my thoughts and some are buzzing
Ready to be released but I keep them to myself
I know they are suffocating but I cannot let them fall to deaf minds
How can i give gold to a person who will treat it as pebbles?
At night i light up my inner self because at this time dark thoughts visit
Trying to taint my soul