Every day she walked,
Watering can in hand
She smiled at the lady,
At the newspaper stand
Around her, the city bustled about,
And she loved her home without a doubt
Waving a hello to the boy on the bike,
She caught a whiff of the smoke she sure did dislike
Every day she walked,
Watering can in hand
She went around the city,
Showing love to the plants
Around her, the city danced about its way,
Not once did someone praise her for what she did every day
Picking up the trash that she found on the road,
Planting seeds as she merrily strolled
The city littered on and more trees were felled,
The difference she made,
No one could tell
Every day she walked,
In the city to be doomed
She watered and watered,
Waiting for the bloom
As they cut, she planted, as they dropped, she picked,
But there was only so much time before she too got sick
They never noticed and her anger loomed,
She gave up on her flowers and never did they bloom.
~Via
She didn't give up because she didn't care anymore. It's because she realized they didn't.
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