It started with a seed, I thought that I should nourish.
But after weeks of waiting, not a single thing did flourish.
Sometimes I start to wonder, how it could have been.
How amazing would the plants be, and the wonder I could've seen.
But this plant wasn't meant for me.
This plant was meant to show,
That there are other plants,
That are sure to bud and grow.
That'll make me just as happy, or maybe even more.
Without all the frustration, this plant had left before.
Now I sit and wonder, my mind still full in thought.
This plant could have flourished and grown here in this pot.
Could've cared for it with water, no expense I would've spared.
It would have been quite fruitful, with the plants that it had shared.
It's okay that it's over, although it barely began.
The seed I plant tomorrow, held hopeful in my hand.
The moral of this story, hidden deep between these lines.
These implicit feelings, although I wish they weren't mine.
