15 August 2012

I stand tall, But I am weak. You think there is many. But there is so little to seek.

We lose colour and play dead, You never know what's in our head. We give you food, We give you life.

But you all kill us. For your decor, For your office, For the pictures for your wall.

But when you loose us, Don't blame us. Your loss not mine, Who am I?

kikikookaraA Little Riddle • Opuss № I