But if the plant is moved from its place,\par \{it will die\} and no one would know\par that it had ever been there.\par
But he will be gone forever,\par like his own body waste.\par People who know him will say,\par ‘Where is he?’\par
The people that saw him,\par won’t see him again.\par His family will never look at him again.\par
He will never come back\par to his old house again.\par His home won’t know him any more.\par
And you won’t see me again.\par You will look for me,\par but I will be gone.\par
It wraps its roots around a pile of rocks,\par looking for a place to grow in the rocks.\par
God knows we are like a little wildflower.\par That flower grows quickly.\par Then the hot wind blows\par and the flower dies.\par Soon, you can’t even tell\par where the flower was growing.\par
In a short time there will be no more\par evil people.\par You might look for those people,\par but they will all be gone!\par
But then he was gone.\par I looked for him,\par but I couldn’t find him.\par
Wicked people live and die like weeds.\par And the worthless things they do\par will be destroyed forever.\par