𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓢𝓬𝓸𝓻𝓷 𝓸𝓯 𝓪 𝓛𝓲𝓯𝓮 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓛𝓲𝓿𝓮𝓭

This took a bit of thinking but after looking over some myths from all different places so I mixed a few.

The myth of the yam, where the god of the culture said not to eat the flavored root. But the beautiful death asked for a cooked yam for when they visited. God was degusted by the people taking death's words over his, so he took the people's gift of immortality.

And the myth of Okra, this is one my family believes but it's not a popular belief. Okra is a very nutritional and vitamin rich, and that is due to it's myth. A group of people collected all of the gifts of the land but neglected the Okra as it looked like a bad omen with its strangeness. But the god of the land was displeased and gave the Okra more of what the people needed and the people died without it. Once the people realized their mistake they pleaded to the god and treated the okra as more sacred, using them in meals and decorating them and using them as decoration for special events.

So my entry for the #FlowerMyth is

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝑳𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝑳𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒅

The distasteful god above shed no tears for the land below; casting the gifts to the forbidden.

The wolves cried out a howl as they lived without needing to be hidden.

Living long and strong as they met the land enjoying all,

But soon soon this would all fall.

The wolf, Scorn, met with death in secret,

They found a hope in death, as all they had was regret.

With the beauty of the words and meetings,

the beauty of knowing like no others, as they were fleeing.

Scared by the maw of death smiling,

While scorn reveled in the way Death was confiding

Amused Death whispered what they sought, the fruit of life and scorn.

But death did not explain how the scorn would be worn.

Taking the forgotten fruit, scorn took in all,

They began to feel joy and power, strong and tall.

Alive for once with all they had not known.

But the god saw all this and touched the land, standing alone.

The god stripped Scorn of the longevity of his life, to only a few

And with a mighty laugh for all to hear for what they now knew

"May your decision for little life be shared"

With that family and all ran like before but fell; alone and scared.

"May the fruits of your labors scorned and shunned"

The cursed was done, the fruit was eaten, the god was done.

And left all with the once forbidden and the scorn that had won.

The end

This is a poem entry - I do not claim to be good.

But hey it was fun and dramatic :3

and for the piece to go with it

I realized I didn't specify in the poem but I went with mangos

They are nutritious and orange so it mixed the to Myths together :)