What man did

Flowers bloom in the height of spring Man could not understand the beauty The green grass blows in the wind It whispers to her The wind blows at dusk not a soul hearing Years and time pass The green grass now brown and tan The many flowers now shriveled Man is wondering but he will never find his answer The wind is no more It is quiet She still awaits its whisper It turns to dusk and she is still forever waiting for the day Where the green grass blows The Flowers are a beautiful variety of colors The whispering wind But it will never come back not after what man did to them How could they ever They have been mistreated Misunderstood But Man can't understand he will never But she is still waiting