I water dead plants,
Hoping they'd grow and blossom,
But no matter how much love and water i gave,
They remained lifeless and dead.
I realized that my water was being wasted.
That I was pouring my water
into something that wasn't worth it.
So I stopped watering the dead plants,
And focused on the ones that were alive.
And for the first time,
I felt truly happy as the flowers and vibrant colors Surround me.
The smell and joy of living plants
I refuse to water dead plants.
(Or)
Sometimes, it's ok to stop watering dead plants.
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I refuse to water dead plants.
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