Poetry of Old...

'Wilted Dreams'

I desired to grow a beautiful flower~

to be proud of it and say

'I did it myself!'

So one spring day,

I put a seed in the ground

and buried it in dirt.

I watered it and nurtured it

and finally saw a sprout.

On days that passed

it grew so big and

smelled so sweet and pleasant.

I hoped it would live forever.

Then one day

I went out to pick it

to put it in a vase,

but there I found

my flower

had wilted.