If They're Not Watered Poem by Mark Heathcote

Dreams wither & die if they're not watered-daily
& like blue skies, they can turn unsavoury-

If you don't have, keep a little glint of sunlight
back for a rainy day, life becomes a mudslide.

& melancholy a never-ending monsoon
sodden hearted in a badly-tailored consume.

Dreams sadly fade & self-doubt grows, it denigrates
it destroys our faith & belief. It infiltrates-

Our very core; till we all fear, frankly to fall.
Fall, get back-up we must if we're to walk, not crawl.

Dreamers rise to the occasion they don't give in.
Unlike me & others, they carry on & win.

It's only by force of root that a seedling grows.
Created a sturdy stem; a flower called a rose.