It's hard to grow a plant,
I always tried but knew I can't,
The sun is off,
The soils too dry,
This air is awful,
And I'm gonna die.
I eventually stop watering.
"Enough." I said.
My rose bush wilted and died just like my brain cells, one petal at a time.
I never stopped to think that maybe the rose bush looked out to the pavement and saw a dandelion growing in the crack.
"I wish I could grow so easily." The rose bush would say.
"Are you kidding me!" The Dandelions would scream.
"You get to look like a beautiful rose bush, while we get to look at the bottoms of people's shoes." The dandelions would rise from the ground to torment the rose.
"You have no excuse not to grow, and yet you refuse!" The head dandelion would say.
"I'm sorry." I would say back. In place of my dead rose.
