Wilted Plant Poem by Patricia Sampson

The wilted plant, all forlorn
Drooping leaves, few dry some torn
Some grey, some brown and a little green
not much life to be seen

A little water from the rain
maybe it will live again
take off the leaves of brown and grey
let the little green ones stay

Carefully in some soil do place
towards the sky it must face
pointing up to the sun to rise
so it can photosynthesize

Now that some time has gone by
that little plant is three feet high
rich green leaves and standing tall
not the plant that I recall

Delicate petals that interlink
forming blooms of the deepest pink
sending fragrant scents into the air
enjoyed by all in natures care

A pure white butterfly flutters by
and rests upon the flower nearby
placing its wings above its head
admiring the plant in the flower bed

watching the arrival of the buzzing bee
to collect the nectar for its honey
The blooms display beauty to dusk from dawn
This little plant that was withered and torn

Autumn will soon be on its way
and the tall sturdy plant will wilt away
leaving behind some seeds to give
some more little plants a chance to live