One Hundred Fifty

56 - Keep my Flower Alive

I have this flower I tried to look upon

He can be yellow, green, violet no intended pun

I served as his sun

Hence, the droplets of the rain he has none

Slowly, he withered away

Not entirely, but his destination is all I can see in my way

So I tried to shovel some things around the area

Thinking suffocation is what prevents him to breathe instead of euphoria

I grew closer to him, giving him the existence of my light

But oh, what is happening?

Everything is burning, turning into an unfamiliar ash from blare

I beg to the sky, please, the flower is to be spare

But I didn't realized my footsteps and the light was heavy

Turning onwards, too much light prevents you to see

And that's why... My little flower that turns green purple, or red

Wither away, dying on his deathbed