The unwatered flower
From the rocky soil its grew
Flourished and new but
Its leaves at a awkward bent
Its stem promising no future
â€œMust have been the rockâ€ they said
â€œ what an odd flower â€¦ It will not surviveâ€
They stopped/ stared/ then walked away / Without a care.
The flower, mighty and strong
Turned to the sun, for light / For life
But dark empty clouds sew the hope./No light. / No life.
â€œIt wonâ€™t surviveâ€ they said
â€œIt is too small and weakâ€¦ The leaves too unfamiliarâ€
They whispered / mocked/ then rushed away
With buckets of water to themselves.
The flower dry,dry,dry.
The flower, Weak and small, Looked at her surrounding...
No water/ No Life/ All the hope gone.
They laughed / joked /then ignored
A flower with promising future. A flower with strength.
Â¡O how unique it was! But. Â¡O how blind they were!
They failed to water the flower- one of their own.
The flower/proud and strong became weak and dead
Its became the reflection of her surrounding
Its became the word/they said.