Caring
Plants don’t care about caring.
Maybe they do, maybe they don’t.
I really can’t tell.
I once bought a pale green shrub
I tended to it day and night
It fed upon the best source of nitrogen, phosphorous and potassium
Drank from the overflowing Wellspring
Only to wither away in silence.
I buried it and bought another one with spikes and small pale flowers
It was supposed to be a tricky plant that needed extensive caring
I let it scorch in the heat and gave it the worst possible soil
Tried every little trick so it wouldn’t live.
But it fought my indifference and hate at every step
And still blooms beside my doorstep.
Caring is tricky.
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