Indifferent Poem by Sara Lane

I planted a seed and left it there.

I passed it day by day and did not care.

I gave it no nutrients or attention at all.

I didn't care to see it grow tall.

It still stays there in hallowed ground, but Earth is still and it's not turning around.

He had a tresure he wore it well, then gave it up, but the silver is rusted and does not sell.

In the shop is where it still sits, beauty in it is gone.But the seller throws no fit.

No honor, no purpose, just exist. But I don't care and forever they will be there.