What is more fragile than plants ? a question poets and mankind ask it self in millennia. In “the sick rose” of William Blake:
O Rose thou art sick.
The invisible worm,
That flies in the night
In the howling storm:
Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy:
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.
This poem is obviously about the relationship between a troublemaker (m / f), called “The invisible worm”, and then a lovely Rose, which has been hurt by troublemakers (m / f). Sounds familiar? Yes? It is exactly the same thing happens when potted plants in the public space are destroyed and, if Blake had known about the Armoured Pot existence, he would never have needed to write this poem!