Even if you forget to water your flowers they repay you in many ways.
A Forgotten Flower
You did not water me, ere I will die,
My once fair petals are baked so dry.
The searing heat of the midday sun,
Tells me my days on earth are done.
My stem is weak, I cannot stand,
Please think of me, when I graced your land.
Quite soon I’ll perish, there’ll be no sound,
I’ll wither away and replenish your ground.
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