There are three best friends 

In my pleasant-green-garden

Who live for each-other.

One's very fragile, naive, 

And a delicate wallflower. 

Two's a powerful protector

With two circular lobes. 

Three's a wise instructor, 

An optimist and a gatekeeper. 

 

One day I saw the naive-plant 

Blossoming a white-lily,

Which attracted eyes,

And delighted hearts

Of the bees and the insects. 

The bees were cautious, 

And thoughtfully let it go. 

But a hungry insect decided

To take its risky-chance. 

 

He separated himself 

From his group and friends, 

Neglecting their outputs.

He had two stages to clear.  

Firstly, at the threshold, 

He met the gatekeeper, 

The touch-me-not plant,

Who clearly instructed 

And uttered a bold "No!"  

 

The next stage had a plant 

With two circular lobes.

Getting on top of it gave him

A clear-view of the white-lily. 

He had dreamt of getting there,

Of extracting all that he could, 

And before his dreams could turn true,

The Venus-flytrap pulled the curtains down,

Closing the building story of greed with ease.